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My Life Thus Far
2008-04-24 03:34:23 (UTC)

Hope Whispers Keep Trying

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"When the world says you can't, hope whispers keep
trying."

I saw this on the billboard outside Jackson Park
Elementary today as I was leaving the hospital campus. It
wouldn't have meant anything to me if I hadn't been so
damn emotional. Lately, I'd forget my name if I didn't
have 5 or 6 cards in my wallet with it on them. It stuck
with me all day, though, so I decided to share :) It's a
happy thought.

My appointment this morning went well. The lady I saw
wasn't a doctor, but the head antepartum nurse. Her name
was Kathy and she was very friendly, which put me at ease
right away. My first question to her was why am I doing
this when I had the same condition my last pregnancy, but
nothing was done about it. Her answer was simple. My not
having anything done the first time around was precisely
why I was having the testing done. Polyhydroamniosis isn't
hereditary and is usually isolated to one pregnancy. So,
the odds of dealing this hand twice (in a row, in fact)
are pretty slim. It piqued my doctor's curiosity. She went
over my last ultrasound results with me in depth and said
she couldn't see anything outwardly wrong with the baby.
Nothing was abnormal other than my fluid level. I did the
stress test (which the baby passed with flying colors) and
she did another ultrasound to check my fluid level.

The ultrasound brought good news! He's turned head down
(head down-balls up, as Kathy put it) and my fluid level
hasn't gotten any higher. It's stable. He had hiccups at
the time, too. Which Kathy said is good, because it means
he's practicing breathing and is swallowing fluid. He
might eventually bring the level down to within normal. If
that happens, I won't have to keep going back every week.
His head isn't engaged in my pelvis, it's floating freely.
Because of the extra swimming room, he might turn back to
breech, but we'll be able to see if that happens in
advance. No surprises at delivery and my odds of needing a
c-section have declined, thankfully. Kathy said it looks
like he's put on some weight too. It's been a month since
we saw him last, I'm not surprised. I'll be surprised if
he's smaller than Kiki. Boys are supposed to be bigger. As
are subsequent pregnancies.

Today wasn't a bad experience at all. My only complain was
having to lay with my feet higher than my head for an
hour. That made it a little hard to breath, but I
survived. Kiki enjoyed all the different toys she got to
play with. So, bringing her back there shouldn't be a
problem.

I'd love to write more, but the rest of my day was routine
and I really need to go clean Finias's tank. His water is
getting the slightest touch of murkiness. I don't want him
to die, so I should go do that. Ciao for now.




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