32 Weeks!

This week was packed with excite- ment! First we bought a new car, then it was Christmas Eve, then Christmas Day, then lots of events with family in town, and tomorrow is Damien's birthday. All of this brings us to today which happens to be a HUGE day in my world. I am 32 weeks! It feels amazing to be at this point in the pregnancy. It has been a lot of work to get to this point, but it feels great that no matter what, no one can take this away from me. I will just keep moving forward and making this baby healthier with each day!

As I said earlier, this week has been jam packed with craziness. First off, we got a new car. Yes, my friends . . . we took the plunge and got a mini van. Call me a soccer mom, call me whatever you want. I love it and all it has to offer. The space in this van is amazing! I used to drive a Honda Accord which fit our family of 4 just fine. But it was difficult to take anyone else in the car with 2 booster seats in the back seat (Just ask my family how it felt to cram between the 2 seats when they were down to visit). We bought a new 2006 Toyota Sienna. Damien and I couldn't be happier and the kids love it, too. I wanted to make sure that we bought it before the baby arrived, so it is one more thing I can check off my mental 'To Do List'.

Christmas Eve was really nice. Since I am, in a lot of ways home-bound, Damien cooked a fabulous dinner for our little family. We read the kids passages from the Bible about Jesus' birth and talked about the real meaning of Christmas. We made cookies for Santa and made sure we had some carrots for the reindeer (pictured above). We put the kids to sleep and Damien and I took a few minutes to just sit and enjoy the Christmas tree and reflect on how blessed we truly are. Sure, this Christmas Eve was scaled down but when you are surrounded by your family, when you see the wonder of Christmas in your children's eyes, suddenly the spirit of the season wraps you up and makes you forget what is going on around you.

Christmas Day was really fun. The kids woke us up around 7:20 a.m. and couldn't wait to go downstairs to see if Santa had come. When we came down the stairs, Claire started screaming and Michael sprinted to his stocking and gifts. It was a Christmas morning to remember! We sat together and opened presents until the once full tree was bare. We had a nice breakfast and then enjoyed the visit from Damien's sister, Heather. I worked in a lot of bedrest in the morning and afternoon so that I would be able to go out later in the evening to my in-law's temporary apartment for Christmas dinner. It was a packed house and a lot of fun. I spent a great deal of time on one of the beds in the bedroom with my sister-in-law Jocelyn who was recovering from her ACL surgery. So the two of us bonded in bedrest together and watched "A Christmas Story" while trying to occupy the kids while dinner was being prepared. The dinner was delicious and the whole gang gathered afterward to exchange gifts and bring the night to a close.

Since then, we have been laying low at our house. We have been trying to get the kids back on a schedule (instead of going to bed at 11pm, we are shooting for 9pm), I have been focusing on not creating any pregnancy drama, Damien has been busy with work and keeping the house from falling apart, Damien's parents have been frequenting our house and keeping us fed and the laundry situation under control, his sisters and brothers have been by to keep me company and take the kids bowling (basically get them out of the house so they don't get cabin fever), and the kids and I are getting ready to celebrate Damien's 31st birthday tomorrow.

We have been very busy, but are so thankful for making it to 32 weeks! It is a great feeling to be here and I hope to get at least a few more weeks on the couch with the baby in my tummy. My next doctor's appointment is Tuesday and we hope to get more good news. I am doing pretty well with the bedrest but must admit that at times, I feel like the walls around me are closing in. But that is nothing that a few peanut m&ms can't fix! I am trying to continue to have a good attitude and work on getting through this one day at a time. The kids start school next week and it will be good to get back on a schedule again. Before we know it, we will be sitting here with a beautiful little baby and shaking our heads when we think back to the crazy holiday season we had. And I bet for a brief moment, I will look back fondly on my bedrest and wish that I could just lay on the couch all day instead of walking around all day like a sleep deprived new mommy! Here's to the rest of my unpredictable ride!

Staying Consistent

I went to the doctor yesterday and was a bit nervous because my doctor was out for the week and I had to see a different doctor. Would their observations be the same? Would she know what was going on with me? We waited a full 2 hours to be seen (who would think the OBGYN waiting room would be full the day after Christmas?).

My doctor is very even tempered and soft spoken. When the new doctor came in, she couldn't have been more different! The one thing that I did know about the replacement doctor is that she was a good doctor. She started her exam and I was trying not to worry about the quick and non-gentle approach she was taking. I kept thinking, "Doesn't she know how fragile I am? That my doctor is so careful to gentle and not disturb anything?". But apparently, she knows that you don't need to be too gentle because I survived it without a problem. My cervix measured long and the stitches are still holding (yeah!). The baby looked good and as quickly as she came in, she was gone. Damien and I then looked at each other, confident in her diagnosis, and laughed for a second. Talk about 'Wham Bam Thank You Maam'! I made some more appointments and Damien and I went out for some lunch. We had dropped the kids off at Damien's parents hotel so we had some quiet time afterward.

This doctor was very hopeful about my situation. She said things look great and I should be able to get through the pregnancy to a great place. My doctor doesn't give me too much hope, and it is smart of her, because I know as well as anyone that one day things look great and the next day can be a whole different story. So here's to more modified bedrest, good holiday TV, and the hope that we get to 32 weeks without a hitch.

Swendsen "Cousin Christmas" 2006

This post is a little late, but I wanted to make sure I included it! Last Saturday (Dec. 16th) we had the 3rd Annual Cousin Christmas at our house. It is a great way for the cousins to get together and celebrate before Christmas arrives. So far, the tradition includes making and frosting sugar cookies, exchanging gifts between the cousins, and this year my nephew Brennan, thought it a was a great idea to institute face painting with frosting! It was a great day and everyone had a lot of fun. Michael and Claire were so happy to see their cousins Seamus, Megan, and Brennan and exchange gifts.

Christmas can be so overwhelming for kids. A lot of people buy them gifts and they get so overstimulated that it is hard for them to focus on any one thing. So by exchanging gifts with their cousins before Christmas, it allows them to fully enjoy the experience of togetherness, gift giving and making memories. Jocelyn wasn't able to make it here this year due to knee surgery (ACL) but was here in spirit. Besides, she got to see Brennan's stained shirt when he got home, so she knew fun was had by all. Thanks to Marlene, Mark, Lani, Eric, Seamus, Megan, Mark, Brennan, Damien, Michael, and Claire for making the Cousin Christmas so memorable. (And for making lunch, baking the cookies, and doing dishes so I could lie on the couch!).

31 Weeks

(Picture of Natalie with the kids)

This week flew by. Maybe it was because my little sister, Natalie, was here helping us out for the week (which was awesome!). Maybe it was because of the Christmas rush. What I suspect is that there was so much anticipation for me to be 30 weeks that while we were taking a deep breath, 31 crept in. I am so thankful to be 31 weeks along. Just one more week until I hit the doctor's goal of 32 weeks. Babies born at 32 weeks generally don't have any developmental delays. They baby would be approximately 4 lbs. and relatively healthy.

If I do make it to 32 weeks, my ultimate goal would be 35 weeks. At that point if I were to go into labor, they would most likely not stop it and let nature take it's course. 35 weeks was the point in which I was released from bedrest and the hospital with Claire and they took me off all preventative medication. I am still anxious and a bit nervous about having this baby early, but have faith in the doctors and professionals helping to oversee this pregnancy.

As 2006 is rapidly coming to a close, I keep reflecting on the long road I have travelled to get this far in the pregnancy. My hope and prayer would be to have a 2007 baby and I will continue to be as vigilant and dedicated to bedrest and staying pregnant as I can be. Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to everyone!

Home For The Holidays

After I had Claire in September of 2002, I remember being so relieved to be away from the hospital, to be able to regain some strength and say 'goodbye' to bedrest. It was a really trying time and I found a lot of healing in the many hours I stared into the eyes of my brand new little girl after the fact. But weeks removed from the situation, my mind soon went back to the women on bedrest in the hospital. I thought of them on Thanksgiving and by the time the Christmas season was upon me, I felt a need to do something for them. After all, the holidays are a hard time to be away from your family. In lieu of some of my Christmas gifts, I asked my family to donate to the cause of these women so that I could get gift bags with bedrest goodies for them (lotion, crossword puzzles, candy, etc.). I was overwhelmed by my family's response to help these women. I called the head nurse on the high risk floor to find out how many women were there and went to gather my supplies. The next day, Damien, the kids, and I went to the hospital to deliver the gift bags. To my surprise, a lot of the women didn't want visitors and so I had to leave the bags with the head nurse. To those that allowed me to deliver the bags personally, it was an experience I will never forget.

Walking into the rooms where the women were staying was surreal. Not so long ago, I was one of these women, yet as I looked at them I felt so far removed from their situation. God gives us an amazing ability to forget certain difficult experiences once we get through them. I thought I would walk in these rooms and see the image of me lying there, but I didn't. I looked at them like I had never done a day of bedrest in my entire life! I wondered if I had looked that way to some of the women who visited me when I was there. It was nice to strike up conversations with them and hear how they were doing. I told them all about my situation and tried as best I could to instill a glimmer of hope in their hearts. I encouraged them to keep going even though they wanted to quit. I tried to let them know that the work they were doing was so important and it was going to be so worth it in the end when they held their babies in their arms. I met a lot of strong and amazing women that day, but one woman in particular left me with a feeling I don't think I will ever forget. She was a young woman who was pregnant with her first child and in pretty bad shape. She was only 21 weeks along, which is well before viability, and had such an uphill battle to fight. The look in her eyes was one of hopelessness and I struggled to find the words to comfort her. In this very moment, I realized how lucky I was. With Michael's pregnancy we were so naive to the dangers which hid around every corner. We weren't educated on prematurity and the little we knew fell between the cracks in the translation from French to English. After spending so much time in the hospital with Claire, we were educated on many of these dangers and knew what was at risk with our pregnancy and our baby. I know that young woman saw through my cheery wishes. Sometimes, there isn't enough cheer to make a situation better. She would be lucky if she would last long enough for her baby to survive and this was what separated us. I didn't know that kind of fear. She knew that I had no idea how it felt to be her and no matter what my gift bag held for her, I had never walked a day in her shoes.

I left the hospital feeling surprisingly depressed that day. Sad for so many of the women on that hospital floor who wouldn't have the great results that I had. I realized then that no matter how hard I tried to help them, to brighten their spirits, only some of them could be helped that day. I can't blame the women who didn't want to see me. During my first week in the hospital with Claire at 24 weeks, I was in no mood to see people that weren't family, let alone strangers. The trip to the hospital was a humbling experience. I am a pretty positive person and feel drawn to opportunities in which I can help other people. But on this day, I realized that sometimes people just can't be helped. Sometimes the only solution to a problem is getting through the difficult times one day at a time. But what got me through was knowing that my difficult journey was with God. And no matter how dark the days were, I knew they would get brighter.

After visiting these women, I thought about how terrible it would be if I was on bedrest during the holidays (Thanksgiving/Christmas). When we found out we were pregnant in May, I got out my calendar and looked to see when I would probably be going on bedrest. Sure enough, bedrest fell right during the holidays. However, now that I am in the middle of my bedrest, I am finding that doing bedrest during this time isn't so bad. For one, there is a lot going on which takes my mind off the monotony of bedrest. There is Christmas shopping to be done (all online this year), Christmas cards to write, good holiday TV to watch, and from my perch on the couch- I get to see my beautiful Christmas tree and decorations. I am praying that I can get through Christmas without the birth of my baby, but feel thankful to have had so much to focus on during these last 6/7 weeks. I will be 31 weeks tomorrow and thank God for blessing me with patience, strength, and peace this Christmas season. It is certainly a Christmas season I will never forget. And for the women who are in the hospital and are fighting so hard to stay pregnant, I pray that they can find peace with the difficulty of being on bedrest. I hope they recognize their selflessness and dedication to their unborn children and pray that they will be given the grace and strength to carry their pregnancies to a safe place.

The Greatest Gift

Last night I found myself lying in bed with butterflies in my stomach. I was really anxious to see what would happen the next day at my doctor's appointment. The good news is that for the first time, I wasn't scared of what might happen at the appointment. I think the fact that I am 30 weeks along gives me some much needed confidence that all of this might just turn out okay in the end. One of these weeks, I am going to get news I don't want to hear. I am doing really well with modified bedrest right now and am able to feel like I still have a life. My anxiety was over whether or not I would be put on full bedrest today or not. No one wants to be put on full bedrest. It is really restricting and frankly, boring. However, if the doctor told me it was time, then I would rise to the occasion and make my new home on the couch.

The appointment went well. First she did the Fetal Fibronectin test again (which I get every two weeks). Then she did an examination and said that it felt like the stitch was still holding, which is great. Then she did an ultrasound and she said that things hadn't changed since last week, which is really encouraging. The baby looked great and was making breathing movements which is an indicator of the baby's well being. We learned this week that the length of my cervix isn't as significant as it has been in prior weeks. It isn't a true indicator of how I am doing and since I am already on modified bedrest, the only change would be going from modifed to full bedrest. What matters is if the stitch (cerclage) is holding or failing. And since it is holding and things look good, she said she'd see me next week! We had to drop off the Fetal Fibronectin test at a lab and my doctor told me that I would hear the results from her before 6pm. The appointment at the office was good, now we would just wait for the lab results. The day went by smoothly but I was still nervous about the results. Finally at 6pm I called and told the office I hadn't heard back from them. They looked at my charts and told me that the test had come back negative!!! So, I shouldn't go into labor in the next 2 weeks, which would get me to 32 1/2 weeks. I am so hopeful that this is true and feel refreshed and ready to get through this week!

We are all so excited for Christmas. The spirit of the season has filled our home and our hearts as we wait for Christmas and the birth of Jesus. My grandmother wrote me a card this Christmas and told me how special it was to not only be waiting for the birth of Jesus, but for the birth of our baby as well. It is so easy to be swept up in the spirit of Christmas and to focus on the gifts, the food, and Santa. I was very thankful to be reminded by her to keep my focus on the true meaning of Christmas. This is a Christmas I am sure I will never forget. The thought of being home with my husband and children on this special day is truly amazing. And the greatest gift I could receive this Christmas is still being pregnant.

30 Weeks!

I am having a hard time containing my excitement this morning. I can't believe it! 30 weeks. Mentally, this is huge for me. In order to get through this pregnancy, I have continually set some mental goals. My first goal was to get to 25 weeks, then 28 weeks, then 30 weeks, and then 32 weeks. Most of these goals were based on the baby's well being. For instance at 25 weeks, the baby could live outside the womb. At 28 weeks, the risk of brain damage decreases if born. 30 weeks is more mental for me- finally turning the corner toward the finish line . . . birth. And finally, at 32 weeks, there are many studies which show that babies born at this gestation tend to not have any developmental delays. At 35 weeks, you can have your baby and take him/her home so that would be huge! So there you have it, a clear picture of how my brain works.

I try not to compare this pregnancy to my past pregnancies, but it is really hard not to do. Last night as I sat on the couch with Damien, we pondered the thought that I was almost 30 weeks, still at home, and only on modified bedrest. The whole scenario seems so bizarre to us. Thank you cerclage! This pregnancy has gone so well and has been manageable. The kids are doing great and really aren't affected at all by my bedrest. I hate to brag, but they are really such great kids. They are so in tune with my pregnancy and sense that I have to be really careful. If something drops on the floor, they will tell me not to bend over and run over and pick it up for me. They keep an eye on my water cup and if it looks low or is empty, they will ask if they could fill it up. They pray for the baby and for mommy every night at prayer and are so excited about the baby being born.

In the beginning of the pregnancy, my heart was constantly heavy with the thought that if something went terribly wrong with the pregnancy, the kids would be crushed. We told them about the pregnancy at 14 weeks and until I was 25 weeks, a lot of my pregnancy stress was because I didn't want to have to give them bad news. So now, to be 30 weeks, I am so happy to be in a good place and join the kids in their excitement to meet little Emily or Matthew. Their sweet innocent questions, talking to the baby through my tummy, and overall excitement to meet their new sibling has filled my heart with such happiness and peace. Soon this baby will be born into a family who is ready and waiting with open arms, to love and nurture him/her.

I am still very hopeful that I will be able to carry this pregnancy into 2007. The bigger and healthier the baby, the better it will be. I go into the doctor this Tuesday and will find out more about how things are really going in there! Maybe I will be put on full bedrest, maybe I won't. I will do whatever it takes to keep this pregnancy going, even it that means being hospitalized or spending all day on the couch or bed. When this is all over, and I hold that beautiful baby in my arms, I want to know that I did everything I could to give him/her the greatest chance to be a healthy, chubby baby.

Stay In There Baby!

Yesterday was my weekly doctor's appointment. We changed to Mondays after last weeks appointment. I was really anxious to go to this appointment because I wanted to see what my first week of modified bedrest did for the pregnancy. The appointment started off with my weekly progesterone shot and then the doctor came in to see how we were doing. She was thrilled that I was 29 weeks and was anxious to see what kind of shape I was in. If you remember, last week my cervical length was 2.4 cm. She examined me first and felt that the cerclage was still intact, but that the cervix was soft and gathered around the cerclage. Then she went in with the ultrasound and measured my length this week. It was 1.7 cm. She said that my cervix is no longer holding the baby in, instead the cerclage is doing all the work. Basically the cervix is not going completely away ONLY because the cerclage is in there. She said that if I didn't have the cerclage, I would most definetely be dilated. Thank God for the cerclage!

So why the decline in cervical length if I am on modified bedrest? The only way I can describe it is by using Claire's pregnancy as an example. When I was admitted to the hospital at 24 weeks with Claire, I wasn't dilated. For 73 days I lay in a hospital bed getting up only to go the bathroom. But when I was discharged at 35 weeks, I was 5 cm dilated. So even without gravity or movement, my cervix dilated. The same thing will happen with this pregnancy. I am not up and moving a lot, but the mere fact that the baby and my uterus is growing and crowding my body, will shorten my cervix. Eventually, I won't have much cervix left and the doctor said it will get paper thin.

The baby looked great and was making breathing movements (which is a major sign in a baby's well-being). She feels good because she thinks this baby is big and will be my biggest yet. She told me to go ahead and do another week on modified bedrest and we will re-evaluate next week. Next week I will take the Fetal Fibronectin again and hope that we get another negative result.

I am really excited to turn 30 Weeks this Saturday! I will be happy to leave the 20s behind and start inching closer to the birth of this baby! The stitches (cerclage) I have dissolves around 36/37 weeks so we are getting closer. My doctor had another high risk patient with an incompetent cervix earlier this year who was able to get to 37 weeks. She went in to take out the stitches and 15 minutes later, the baby was presenting! So . . . I am just excited to stop talking about the drama with the pregnancy and instead, talk about this baby coming into our lives. It has been a long road, but I am finally seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. Little Emily or Matthew will soon be in our family and all of the work to get him/her here will have been more than worth it.

My next doctor's appointment is Tuesday the 19th and we will have more information then. But for now, as always, we'll be thankful for our blessings and keep praying that this baby is given more time before it comes into this world. To repeat the words that Damien speaks into my tummy every night, "I love you baby. Stay in there!".

29 Weeks

Yeah! 29 weeks and still at home. As I left my doctor's appointment last Monday, she said, "Have a boring week!". In other words, she hoped my week would be uneventful and not hear from me until my next appointment. Well, I made it another week and find myself feeling accomplished but overwhelmed at the same time. Part of this 'pregnancy amnesia' I talk about is forgetting how incredibly long pregnancy is. For instance, I have been pregnant since May. May! It seems extra long because what keeps me sane is exercise and I haven't taken a walk since week 10. Playing sports, going for a run, getting out in the fresh air is my kind of medicine for keeping me happy and well adjusted. I have found ways of coping with this 'cabin fever' but I am so looking forward to being able to move again!

With Claire, I gained a lot of weight. Of course, a lot of it was from being on bedrest in the hospital, but I was able to lose it all and feel good again. Much of the same will be true with this pregnancy too. Sure, I am not in the hospital, but I don't move! If we go to the mall or leave the house, I am in the wheelchair. So I am trying to embrace it all and stay positive. Today, after my parents left, I was able to go to my nephew's birthday party and it was great to get out of the house. It was nice to get some perspective and realize that at 29 weeks, I may be on partial bedrest, but I still have a life (which wasn't true in the hospital with Claire's pregnancy).

I feel good today and am so anxious to get to 30 weeks which will be HUGE for us! At this point in the pregnancy, the baby is approximately 16 inches long and about 3 pounds. While this isn't a point where I would be okay with having the baby, it is a great place to be for the moment. Each day, the baby is growing bigger and getting stronger. It gives me great strength and motivation to know that with each passing day, I am getting closer to meeting this little baby who hiccups and kicks me all day long.

Hank You Nonna and Grandpa

What a week it has been! When my parents flew in this past Sunday, I was still in the hospital and hoping I would be released in time to see them! Unfortuately, I wasn't there when they landed or when they got to my house and saw the kids . . . but I was released from the hospital soon after and met them there. I couldn't believe the timing of my hospital visit, but I managed to find some peace with it because if something went wrong, at least they were there to help me. Lucky for all of us, I was soon home and we were catching up. My mom came to visit 3 weeks ago, but I hadn't seen my dad since August so it was a thrill to just sit on the couch and catch up.

We packed a lot into the week. We went to a Christmas celebration downtown, did some shopping, went out to dinner a few times, I went to a doctor's appointment with my Mom, the kids and Nonna made dozens of cookies, and my parents had their "Christmas Celebration" with the kids because they won't see them until after the first of the year. My parents took the kids to and from school, made lunches and dinners (okay, my mom did), played games with the kids (Michael smoked Grandpa in Memory), and most importantly kept me company and kept my mind off laying on the couch!!

Some of the highlights of the week were listening to the things the kids would say to my parents. Claire's way of telling them how much she loved them was saying, "I Love You More Than Bunnies". Grandpa enjoyed it when Claire would say, "Hank You" (instead of thank you). Michael stayed consistant with saying, "For real?" over and over. The "Good Sport" award went to my dad as he watched, The View, every morning with me and my Mom. But the story of the week was when Michael went up to my dad the second day they were here and asked him if he wanted to get a table and chairs to help sell his Spiderman comic books to Venom (one of Spiderman's enemies). My dad said to him, "But Spiderman isn't real." Michael assured him that he was real because he came to his birthday party this past year. Michael walked away and then came back a few minutes later and asked my dad, "Grandpa, do you believe in God?". My dad said, "Yes." He thought for a second and said, "Then Grandpa . . . believe in Spiderman." My dad was so touched by their conversation and felt at that very moment that they had connected.

I am sad that they are leaving, but feel like the week was full of such special quality time. The kids loved having Nonna and Grandpa here and my parents loved being here, too. Hanks for the memories.

Nothing Like A Little Holiday Drama

First off, everything is okay! We had a bit of a
scare yesterday, but we are back on track now. It all started on Saturday when I went to the hospital to get my second shot of Betamethasone (steroids for the baby's lungs). That went smoothly, but then when I came home, I started to get really red on my face, arms, and chest. I called Labor and Delivery and told them about the reaction I was having, but they told me wait it out. So I laid down for a while, still experiencing the redness and it continued throughout the late evening. What eventually alarmed me the most was that later in the evening, I was unable to feel the baby moving in my tummy. I tried to just take it easy and wait it out, but at 2:30 a.m. and after waiting hours to feel movement, I called the doctor to see what I should do. She told me to try and sleep and if I still didn't feel the baby in the morning, to go into Labor and Delivery again.

I awoke at 8:00 a.m. with the same pit in my stomach that I had gone to bed with, and because I still felt no movement, we loaded the kids into the car and headed to the hospital. My brother and sister in law met us there and took the kids to their house and Damien and I went up to Labor and Delivery to be examined. They put me on a heart rate and contraction monitor and it was such a relief to hear the strong heartbeat of the baby. Still no movement, but a heart rate was great! Upon doing this non-stress test, they noticed that I was having some contractions and that my uterus was very irritable. Because they know my history (which freaks a lot of people out), they were concerned and gave me a shot and some medication to calm my uterus down and hopefully stop the contractions. For a few moments, I feared that they would keep me and I would be starting my 'in the hospital bedrest journey'. I just kept hoping and praying that things would calm down, and they did. I was given the Fetal fibronectin test again and it came back negative, so that means that labor shouldn't be on it's way in the next 2 weeks, which is good! I will take that again in 2 weeks to see what the next result is. We also realized after 5 hours of monitoring, that when I finally changed position in the hospital bed, that my uterus was much calmer. So it was a small scare to say the least, but now we have some more solid confirmation that things are really going well.

I went in today to my regular doctor and got my shot of progesterone and she thought since I was there, and considering my visit to the hospital yesterday, that they should go ahead and do an ultrasound and see if the contractions changed the cervical length. It was nice, because my Mom was with me so she would at least get another chance to see the baby. But upon examination, there was no difference from last week's appointment and so things are back to normal. Modified bedrest and a renewed confidence that despite the irritability and Braxton Hicks contractions yesterday, everything is going as well as planned.

For those of you that count on my Friday appointment reports, we have changed the day that I see the doctor to Monday's so I won't be going in for another exam until next Monday. Until then . . .

The Nutcracker

This past Thursday evening, we drove an hour north to Walnut Creek to watch Damien's mom, Marlene, perform in a version of the Nutcracker. Many years ago, she wrote a narration to the Nutcracker and has been performing it ever since. Because Marlene used to be a ballerina and then taught ballet for many years, it feels very natural for her to be on the stage. Every year, the kids look forward to watching "E" (that's what they call her) at the Nutcracker. This year was no different. It was a very nice night and the kids were mesmerized watching the dancers, the King Mouse, and E onstage. The kids both were on the edges of their seats and did pretty well during the hour long show. Claire couldn't help but perform a few ballerina poses and Michael was most concerned about the well being of the mice and the Nutcracker. It was a wonderful night!

28 Weeks

Today I am 28 weeks! A great milestone, but not a place where I want this pregnancy to end. Day 2 of modified bedrest started out with me checking into the hospital this morning to receive the last of 2 shots of betamethasone. The kids were really excited to come to the hospital with us, but knew that we weren't there to to have the baby. When I got up to Labor and Delivery, we had to wait a minute to find out what room we were going to be in. The coolest part of the whole experience was that as we were walking into our room, the doctor in the next room delivered a little baby right when we were walking by. We heard the doctor say, "And here she is!". Then the baby started to cry little baby cries. The kids couldn't believe it! They didn't think it was real, but we told them that they just heard the first noise that the baby made and they were so giddy!

As we waited in our room to register and for the nurse to draw the medication, the kids looked around and figured everything out about the room from the little baby bed to the bed I would be laying in. I think that the visit to the hospital made this pregnancy even more real to them and they were so excited about eventually meeting their new brother or sister! After our big outing, I retreated to the couch for my bedrest and Damien went shopping for groceries. Boy- are we having fun these days!

I found myself getting a little overwhelmed last night about the prospect of bedrest. I completely understand that modified bedrest is not that big of a deal, but I think that in my mind it is just the start to the craziness that might be around the corner. Of course, I take some peace in knowing that the baby is getting bigger and that we are in a good place, but it is still hard to settle down and rest when I really want to be up and moving. For all of you worriers out there, I am resting even more than I should be! What gives me great perspective is that in Claire's pregnancy, I had already spent 28 days on full bedrest in the hospital, had gone into labor, and faced some pretty serious health issues. So when you look at it this way, to just be starting partial bedrest is awesome. I just hope it continues for a while.

So, here is to another good week! My parents come into town tomorrow (Sunday) and stay for a week so it will be a great way for me to feel supported and help me pass the time to my next appointment on Friday. I am so excited to see them and my kids are beyond anxious to have them in our house!

Modified Bedrest Is Here

Well, the day has finally come. No matter how much we prayed or wished for things to stay as perfect as it has been . . . this day was coming. When I woke up this morning, I made a concerted effort to say out loud, "I am walking and am not on bedrest in December!". The reason I did this is that we had a pretty good idea that at this morning's appointment, we would be put on bedrest. The wait was long this morning and we were seen and hour and fifteen minutes late. To be truthful, it was nice to have some time to just talk with Damien and prepare ourselves for whatever news we might hear when the doctor came in. I try and schedule my doctor appointments when the kids are in school so I am not too distracted. So the long wait didn't really bother me.

When she came in, she was happy to hear that I had a quiet week and that there weren't any pressing issues to deal with (i.e. cramping, spotting, anything out of the ordinary). Every appointment, we go through the same three steps: First, she does an internal exam where she feels my cervix and the stitches to see if there are any changes. Upon doing this today, she said that we did have a change from last week, but that the cerclage (stitches) were still intact and holding which is really good! Second, she performs a trans-abdominal ultrasound to look at the baby and make sure that the heart rate is good and that there is adequate amniotic fluid. This test went well. And third, she does a trans-vaginal ultrasound where they go internally with a different ultrasound instrument and measure the cervical length on the computer screen. Step 3 was what put me on modified bedrest. Once the cervical length measures 2.5 cm or less, modified bedrest is a must. And today, the measurement was 2.39 cm. So, after almost 28 weeks of pregnancy and waiting weekly for the other shoe to drop, it finally did.

We are in really good spirits despite the change. Why you might ask? Well, for those that are familiar with premature birth, the first MAJOR milestone is getting the baby to 28 weeks (which is tomorrow). Also, if you look at my previous pregnancies, you realize that I never had any cervical length past 24 weeks. At 24 weeks with Michael's pregnancy I was dilated to 2cm, and with Claire's pregnancy I had no cervical length left at 24 weeks and was admitted to the hospital on full bedrest in both cases. So how can I complain or be unhappy with the fact that I am almost 28 weeks and in such great shape? The cerclage is definitly working and neither I, nor the baby, are in any imminent danger. The closer I get to my due date, the more drama we will face. So the doctors, Damien and I expected the tide to turn today.

At my appointment, I was administered the first of two shots of betamethasone, which is a steroid that once shot into my system goes directly to the baby's lungs to make them more mature in case of premature labor. I will get the next shot tomorrow at the hospital and find some peace that on the off chance labor does come, the baby is protected as much as possible. In both Michael and Claire's pregnancies, they both received the steroids at 24 weeks. Because Claire was eventually born full term, it was great to get them, but it made no difference because she was so healthy when she was born. But in the case of Michael and his being born at 25 weeks, it made more difference than we will ever know. He was on oxygen for a total of 3 months, but was able to come home without any oxygen support and has no long term lung complications (which is quite rare for what he has been through).

I know that the reality of the situation will hit me soon, but because I have been preparing emotionally for this change, I feel like I am in a good place. I have to lay down for 3 hours in the morning and 3 hours in the afternoon. I can still be brought out of the house in a wheelchair and walk around the house in the evening. My doctor was very insistent that I try and do normal things as much as I can. So I am looking forward to going out to dinner and seeing the outside world in the evenings. I can find great perspective in my situation because of everything I have been through with my other two children and their pregnancies. While no one wants to go on bedrest, I am certainly not scared of it. After all of this hard work, and a little pregnancy amnesia :) , I will have a beautiful baby in my arms and all of the hard or trying times will have been more than worth it. We are getting so much more excited to meet this baby with each and every passing day. And I will have plenty of time to think about this excitement from the couch as I do my best to make this baby the healthiest he or she can be.