5 days and counting.....

Well, it's been 5 days since we had to check into the hospital. It's been a long 5 days, too. This is the first day that I've felt somewhat normal, whatever that means. It's been a quiet day as far as contractions go....I haven't felt too many, a welcome change from yesterday. It's also the first day in 3 that I haven't had to have that dreaded Terbutaline shot. I really hate those......they make me feel so out of control. I'm not a fan of shakes and the nervousness that come with Terb. If that's what it feels like to be on drugs, there's no danger that I'll ever use them!!
Dave gave me a blessing yesterday. It really helped. I'm grateful for the Priesthood and the Power that is available to us. I'm pretty sure that's what's pulling me through and keeping me at least a little sane. It's been a battle.........just 3 more days until Week 29.

A mixed bag....

Today, we went to get another ultrasound to see if things had changed since Wednesday morning. What a welcome relief to see that it hasn't. Of course, things are still very concerning....not the ideal place to be at 28 weeks and 3 days. But the fact that things haven't changed is still good news. The bad news isn't really bad, per se, but not fabulous. I've been having regular contractions every morning since Thursday and have had to have the Terb for 3 straight mornings in a row. This is not my favorite drug. It makes me feel jittery and nervous and I have a difficult time feeling in control. The only thing that really helps is having Dave hold my hand. He's been a trooper.....I can't even begin to say enough about how lucky I am to have such a devoted, sweet, caring, and patient husband to help me through this. I can't imagine having to do this alone. I'm not sure I'd be this far if I did. He's getting really good at pep talks.....before we know it, he'll be on the motivational speakers line up. What fun that would be!! At any rate, I'm very grateful for him. I'm very blessed to have found him.

One step forward and two steps back....

Well, Friday's relief and joy were shortlived. I've been feeling a lot more activity over the last few days. The contractions are coming more often and seem to be more intense. I finally caved and called the doctor. Of course, they sent me to the hospital. We got here last night (Tuesday) at about 5:30 and stayed in triage for quite a while. Two Terbutaline shots and an I.V. later, they finally sent me to a room in Labor and Delivery. It's all a blur from there, but we were there for quite a while. I think it was a few hours later before we were taken to another room to spend the night. We didn't get to sleep until 1:30 a.m. or so. Just a bad night overall. We're here for awhile, at least. We still don't know if it's for days or weeks, but I'm thinking weeks. So thus begins another journey for us.
We had an ultrasound this morning just to see how things are holding up. Well, I've still got about 1 centimeter left, but that's it. It's discouraging and frustrating to me to keep having things getting worse. The doctors try to be encouraging, but I'm scared these babies are coming too soon. Fighting the fear and anxiety is beginning to get difficult. I'm really trying, though.

Some good news....

Today we went to see the maternal fetal specialist to follow up on how things are looking since last week's visit. What a relief to hear that things haven't changed. I'm still hanging in at 2.1-2.2 centimeters. Dr. Allbert also said that he's confident that we're going to make it to 29 weeks! What a good day it has been. Dave and I are quite relieved and feel a sense of rejuvination. We're grateful to be this far. It seemed so far away 4 weeks ago. Now we're almost out of the extreme danger zone. We're still hoping for 32 weeks and beyond, though. But we'll take every day that we can right now....every week is gold.