Bedrest…what’s
that?
December 31, 2015
I had a regular scheduled ultrasound yesterday to see
how things are progressing and it turns out…not so well. The tech who performed
the ultrasound informed me that it looks like I have a shortened cervix, but
will call my obgyn and then she will call me to let me know what’s what. I have
to say I was on pins and needles the whole day and it turns out that my OB is
on holidays. Despite my OB being away, her partner called me and we went in to
see him and he said that yes I do have a shortened cervix and that he’s going
to send me to the hospital to see what they have to say as they have dealt with
these types of things before.
After a tense 15 minute drive we pulled in to a
completely empty ward and were escorted right into a bed. After many tests and
ultrasounds, it was discovered that my cervix was 1.5cm long and that I was to
go on bedrest. They also let me know that I had to get some shots that were
steroids to ensure “if” the babies came early that their lungs would be strong
and help them to develop. They also recommended that I get a pessary inserted
to support the cervix as this has been proven to help women who have had the
same issue.
I have to say that all of this coming at me at once was
definitely a scary thing and once we wrapped our heads around everything we
decided that we would go ahead with the shots and have the pessary inserted. It
took no time at all and I was on my way back home ordered on bedrest. I
honestly had never been put on bedrest and didn’t know what to do…
After digesting everything the doctors told us, we have
come to terms with me being on bedrest as in the end it’s what’s best for the
babies and I don’t want them to come any sooner than they need to. These little
munchkins are just so eager to see us, but they are going to have to wait as
mommy and daddy don’t want them to come out too early. We need them to stay in
there until at least 32 weeks, I’m 24 weeks now and man oh man does that seem
like a really long time away. The good news is that they will be monitoring me
every week with ultrasounds and keeping me abreast of everything that is
happening. Part of me is happy that it’s not as serious but part of me is sad
as I wonder if there was anything that I could do. The doctor said that it
happens for no reason at all and that it wasn’t my fault. Despite her telling
me that, I still feel somehow responsible. All I can do now is wait and we will
see what happens…c’mon 32 weeks, that is our goal.
