***DISCLAIMER***
***THE BEGINNING IS A BIT OF A WHINY POST***
(Also most of this was written Monday, but I hadn't posted until now)
Now that you have been adequately warned...This is the time when I start feeling like a wuss. Honestly, I prided myself on all I could do, how well the doctors said I am doing, the amount I was still able to get done carrying around these three babies for a little over 7 months... Pride comes before the fall people. Well, not exactly a fall, more like a crushing, breaking feeling coming from inside my body. If I had felt this way for weeks before this time, I would have been
begging to be put on bed rest.
It's no easy feat to describe what my body is feeling, but I'm bound and determined to somehow get these feelings understood and published. I'm sure every pregnant lady has felt all of these things, but this is new to me. Every pregnancy is painful and hard as it gets closer to the babies arrival, I get that. There is just so much baby, and every baby has their own agenda...and most of their agendas seem to include crowding vital organs, keeping me from breathing, keeping me from sleeping and making me walk slower than a hip surgery patient. I'm basically a zombie extra from the
Walking Dead at this point in the week, undead-ing (totally a word) around the halls of school, trying to cram a little bit more knowledge into my kids heads and not fall asleep at my desk.
So here are my major complaints to the person who thought allowing the human body to carry triplets would be super fun (humor me and come to my pity party, I'll let you cook for me!):
-Stomach cramping
-PRESSURE
-Can't breathe
-Can't eat a bunch at once-but I'm starving the moment after I fit what I can in what used to be my stomach
-Normal motion is out of the question
-Eat too much get massive heartburn/reflux -real cute
- Stabbing pains from all over the inside of my stomach
-Itching, burning from skin stretching
-All joints are shot at this point
- Can't sleep comfortably for more than 2 hours at a time
-SO TIRED
Ok, I'll stop now.
In a sweet moment I know was from above Monday, one of my sweet students put her hand on my belly and just then Hank kicked her. She started yelling, "SE MUEVEN, SE MUEVEN! (They're moving!) which in turn caused half of my class to come running from all corners of the room as they were supposed to be working to marvel at this gift. When you see middle schoolers who try to not care about anything uncool tearing up because you are carrying the gift of life with you everywhere you go and they were able to experience it for a moment, you can't help but feel blessed.
(Time to edit and redo this whole part of the blog I wrote Monday)
So here's what happened this week:
Monday I had a mammogram, they found something they wanted to check out...Well they were concerned with the mammogram and I get to go have a biopsy Monday and the results on Wednesday. Prayers for a benign mass appreciated!
Thursday I went to see Dr. D for our 2 week growth check. We have Maggie and Sawyer weighing in at 2lb 14 oz. Hank weighed in at 2lb 5 oz. They are all growing yay! BUT, Hank is starting to slow and his little belly isn't expanding like they want. She also explained that she felt the best option for Hank would be to deliver all of them at 34 weeks. It is a risk vs. benefit call. She told me to think about what was happening with our Hanks' oxygen level. Basically what's happening to him is if you walked around all day breathing normally but every tenth breath you took, someone closed your mouth and nose and didn't let you breathe in...how would you feel at the the end of a day? A month? Not so good. So basically to make sure there will be no adverse effects for his brain outside of the womb it will be better to take them all at 34 weeks (which is full term for triplets).
SOOOOO...
The plan is the babies will be here the week of January 18th!
- Pray for good results of the biopsy.
- Pray that Trav and I have another great year of marriage!
- Pray for Hank's oxygen level and a protected brain
- Pray the babies grow a bunch before they have to make their appearance in 4 weeks (so crazy!!!)
Daunting and crazy and overwhelming... BUT I am lucky I have a hope and a trust that though there may be hard times ahead my God is always with me, and sometimes His presence just has to be enough.
