Moving on....

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I'll be chronicling our journey with our lovely barnacles. http://fortheloveofbarnacles.blogspot.com/

The final post! (for now)

Maren and Beckett arrived by c-section on March 6th. We were home 5 days later, and have spent the past 3 weeks getting to know our new little family. Maeve is a great big sister, and we're having so much fun with our 3 kids.

I hope to get a new blog going in the next few months, so stay tuned!

And, the verdict is in.

I do indeed have pre-eclampsia. I'm here until the twins are born, which will be no later than 2 weeks from now (37 weeks). My OB is hoping to get me to 36 weeks, but we'll take what we can get.

It's very hard being away from home, especially Maeve. It's amazing how much you long for the routine monotony of day-to-day life when it's taken away from you. I guess my post from February 22nd was a bit prophetic.

So, that's that. But, the good news is that the twins are doing great, showing no signs of distress.

Blip.

Remember that 32 week line in the sand I was so happy to cross? Well, it really was just a line in the sand, because here I find myself in the hospital with PIH (pregnancy induced hypertension) and proteinuria (protein in my urine). The babies are doing well, and we're hoping there's a chance I can go home on bedrest and homecare.

The PIH won't resolve until they are delivered (and hopefully doesn't progress to full blown pre-eclampsia), but we're hopeful that it's stable enough for the time being allow me to rest at home, which will be much more restful than being in hospital.

The twins are doing well, seemingly oblivious to all of this. And, Maeve is faring relatively well with the adjustment, happy to have Nanny at home with her. It's a lot of running back and forth for Brent though.

That's all for now, hopefully good news to come later today.

P.S. - The 34 week belly picture.

Top = 34 weeks with the twins.
Bottom = 36 weeks with Maeve.

Oy.

34 Week Update.

Guess who is still breech? You guessed it - both of them! So, that means we also have a planned "birthday" (aka planned c-section) - March 30th. Yes, that is 34 days away. I'm both encouraged and discouraged by this.

I'm now 34 weeks, and if I make it to March 30th, I'll be 2 days shy of 39 weeks. Considering the fact that I'm already measuring 45 weeks, I dread the discomfort I'll be in by then. Don't get me wrong, I want them in as long as they need to be, and actually prefer the idea of the later date as it allows time for my body to start the labour process itself. But, come on! Can I really stand to be pregnant for another 34 days?!?!? Oy.

But, the good news is that both babies are doing fabulously. They're estimated to weigh about 5 lbs each and continue to score 8/8 on their biophysical profiles. Physiologically, my body is doing well, but physically I'm in hell. My list of complaints is growing daily, so think twice about asking how I'm feeling, you may be in for a rant of epic proportions.

I also now have to start coming to terms with the reality that my VBAC dreams are fading. It's not for lack of trying, that's for sure. And, there's still a small part of me that's holding onto hope that twin A (girl) defies predictions and turns around. So, let the countdown begin.

My very normal day.

This quote, borrowed from another blog, inspired this post:

"Normal day, let me be aware of the treasure you are. Let me learn from you, love you, bless you before you depart. Let me not pass you by in quest of some rare and perfect tomorrow. Let me hold you while I may, for it may not always be so. One day, I shall dig my nails into the earth, or bury my face in the pillow, or stretch myself taut, or raise my hands to the sky and want, more than all the world, your return."

Today was a beautiful, normal, boring day. Brent and Maeve left around 7:30 am, I got to go back to bed and have a 3 hour nap. My leisurely lunch was followed by a few hours of Olympic watching and cuddling with cats. A very normal day.

I doubt there are many more of those in my future...