Baby Update

Just a quick little update on these two little ones...

We are currently at 34 weeks and 5 days. My doctor is very pleased that we've made it this far and says now that anything else is just icing on the cake!

I had an ultrasound today and each baby passed their biophysical profiles with flying colors at 8/8. They are also measuring in at 5lb 4 oz a piece!

Little Bo-Peep is still breech and they aren't expecting her to flip since there is very little room left. I decided against a breech delivery for her or for taking the chance that she will flip after her brother has cleared out, and very reluctantly agreed to scheduling a c-section. They have agreed to give me an ultrasound when I go into labor or before the scheduled c-section, just to make sure that it's necessary.

Things are pretty much ready for the babies to get here... just a few more things that need to be handled but nothing major. Which is good because I have very little energy to deal with anything! Thankfully we've had a lot of help from our moms and grandparents! Hauling around 10.5lbs of baby is a lot more work than I thought and most days I feel like I've run a marathon after getting up to refill my water!

Just a couple more weeks and these two can feel free to make their entrance!

I know stripes aren't a good look on a gigantic pregnant lady, but clothes that fit are few and far between... but here's a few pics...

Seriously, when did he get so big??!!

Max's Photo Shoot

We had Max's three year pictures taken in the fall, but we weren't ever able to get the pictures from the photographer- GRRRR! So, we needed to get some pics done before the babies arrive. A nurse that I used to work with has started a photography business and I was excited to have her come out and get some (or try to get some) pictures of Max. He wasn't super cooperative and definitely received more M&Ms than he would have otherwise, but she got some good pictures...

A typical Max expression

An M&M break

Trying to convince him to take some more pictures

BTW if there are an twin cities people that need some pictures taken, check out Bri at Bri-licious Photography!

Thanks for the pictures Bri! We'll see you when the babies get here!!

Their Big Sister

We are nearing the 18 month mark of when Ellie left us, I'm pumped full of pregnancy hormones and these babies could arrive at any minute. If I survive the next five-ish weeks without a complete nervous breakdown- I'll be surprised...

I've been having several dreams with Ellie in them- Ellie as a two year old, Ellie as a baby, Ellie at a nine months, Ellie but not really Ellie- just the idea of Ellie. As any other parent who has lost a child knows, these dreams are bittersweet. A dream of Ellie is like the best gift ever, especially one where she is doing something I was never able to see her do- like walking. But waking up and realizing that that quick dream is all I get, breaks my heart every time. Its not fair. I should get more than a dream. It's hangs with me all day long and it weighs me down.

Going through all of the baby stuff has also been a very hard and exhausting trip down memory lane. Fleece footie jammies, pacifiers, bouncy seats and even little tiny diapers are chalk full of memories that I didn't know I still had. I am more thankful than I could ever express for these memories but they hurt. It's hard to explain but Ellie almost seems to have become a dream to me. I feel like without getting to hold her, touch her or smell her, memories are harder to hold on to. And all of these baby things make her so real to me. She was here. She used those jammies, she loved that nuk. She was here and all of these things, hold these pieces of her that I don't have anymore.

Ellie- one day old.

I find myself tearing up at little girls again and trying to catch my breath thinking of the little girl that should be cuddled up with me. I MISS her. I miss getting to be her Mommy. I'm back to feeling like something is always missing. Sometimes I get in the van and try to remember what is missing and finally I realize its my daughter. I have left a child behind and I can't go back and get her. It leaves me anxious and on-edge.

My gigantic belly is apparently an "ask me about how many children I have and how old they are" cue for complete strangers. I know these people mean well, but they have no idea how much pain and anxiety they are causing. I don't want to get into it with a complete stranger but on the other hand, I will not deny my daughter. So I lie. If people ask, I say I have a 3 1/2 year old, and a 2 year old. Which only leads to the next annoying statements... it's either, "Oh how blessed you are!"- which is true- we are. BUT my daughter is dead- so please add that into your excitement equation... OR "oh my goodness you will be busy!:- which is also true. BUT my daughter is dead, so I won't be as busy as I should be. I've found that the best approach is to be rude, and irritable with whoever the poor checkout person or fellow shopper is and they won't really make small talk with me. Or don't leave the house. Honestly, there are days when I would rather stay home than go out and deal with these questions because they make me feel awful and sad and angry.

I find myself worrying about how I am going to react to having two babies in the house. We don't in any way view them as a replacement for Ellie. We do hope that there are little things that Ellie's little sister does to remind us of her, but have never once thought of her as some one who will make up for what we are missing. I worry that all those little noises babies make, their funny faces and the way they snuggle up into your neck will bring back to many of those lost memories of Ellie. Memories that I so want, but will rip my heart apart as they come flowing back. It's confusing... wanting every tiny piece of her that I can get, and not wanting all the sadness that goes along with knowing that those are all I get. Memories.
I don't want people to think that just because the babies are here, that all of our sadness is gone. We are still grieving. Knowing that these two will never get to meet their big sister adds a whole other piece to our grief. The excitement of family pictures, first holidays and celebrations will be tempered with sadness. It will never be like it was if Ellie was still here.

Two little lives are about to join us, while one is forever missing. It's amazing. It's heartbreaking. And I'm not really sure how to make sense of that...

"Celebrating" Easter...

Still Cookin'

Thankfully, I was only on bed rest for 4.5 days! I went to see my regular OB and she decided that bed rest was probably a bit of an over reaction on the part of the clinic. Unfortunately cervical checks are not an exact science and everyone can have a slightly different opinion of how far someone is effaced and dilated. When my regular doctor checked me, she didn't think that anything had changed and that I was exactly where I should be for someone who is carrying multiples and on their third pregnancy. Dr. C told me to just take it easy, but that I could go back to "normal" life.

I can't even tell you how relieved I was when we left that appointment. No one seems to think that I am at any more risk for preterm labor than anyone else! Today I am 31 weeks and 4 days, and we are only a few days away from reaching our first goal of 32 weeks!

This past Tuesday I had the first of my weekly growth scans and was shocked to find out that the babies were each 3lb and 8oz! That's seven pounds of JUST baby! If I had the ability to jump up and click my heels I would have! And both are head down (for now anyways)! I really, really hope that they stay this way because I really don't have to have a c-section. During the ultrasound both babies were head down and facing each other and as hard as the tech tried, neither would cooperate for a good picture. We did see that Bo-Peep already has some hair and per her usual, kept kicking the ultrasound tech during the exam! I think she's gonna be a stinker!

A few people that have had twins said to be prepared when weeks 30-32 arrive. I've been told it's like getting hit by a Mack truck. And they weren't wrong. I am so tired. More tired than I have ever been. I can't hardly breathe, my muscles are sore, achy and tired like I've run a marathon. I love that the babies are so active but they move so much and take up so much room in my stomach, that it makes me want to puke! I want these two to stay in for at least four more weeks, but I fear how I will feel as they keep getting bigger.

Mentally, I feel like a wreck! I actually asked the doctor the other day if there is anything they can do for "baby brain" because I am so, so stupid lately! I can't think. I can't remember anything. I feel like I'm very much in our little world and that's it. I feel between getting ready for TWO babies (which is still an idea that I can't really grasp), taking care of Max, feeling awful and the stress of another holiday without Ellie, I don't have the mental or emotional capacity to deal with anything else. Dealing with our lives in this house takes up everything. It's a very weird and disconnected feeling. Maybe it's just my body and mind's way of preparing for whats to come... I don't know. So if I seem like flake lately, that's why.

With that said, I don't feel like being a part of any sort of Easter celebration this year. I don't want to deal with another holiday without Ellie. Any thing that takes any sort of effort on my part, seems exhausting. I'm supposed to having a "low stress" existence according to my doctor... [insert laughs here]... I don't think that's really possible but I think laying low is the best way to play the only major holiday we got with our girl...
There's more I was going write. And I had planned on writing something a little more profound or even something that just made a little bit more sense, but let's be honest- it's 9pm and I'm tired!

I have another appointment tomorrow along with a growth scan and biophysical profile scan. Hopefully they will get a couple good pictures and I'll be able to share those.

A little cervical drama

The reality of a high risk multiple pregnancy has definitely become very real in the last couple of days...

28 weeks

Yesterday I went in to see my OB for what the nurse thought was a UTI or some sort of viral illness. For two days I'd been barely functioning- extremely tired, nauseous, achy. Nothing that really screamed "GO TO THE DR NOW!" but after talking to the nurse, she wanted me to come in. I thought I'd leave my obligatory urine sample in the metal pass through box and be on my way. But the medical assistant talked me into waiting for some results, getting my weight and vitals done. After talking to the doctor, they decided to do a check of the babies' heartbeats and a cervical check.
It seemed a little unnecessary to me, but I went along with it. My BP looked great, no fever, good hydration status and the babies' were being all crazy with great heartbeats. But my cervix on the other hand, was not so well behaved. There were significant changes from the exam a week ago, and this kind of sent the staff into a bit of a frenzy! Unfortunately my regular OB is on vacation this week (how dare she while I'm this close to the end of my pregnancy?!) so I was left in the hands of a doctor that barely knows me, although I had no doubt that I was still in good hands.
Because there are two little people living inside me, I had to go to the hospital to be monitored because the clinic doesn't have a multiples monitor. Just being told that I had to go the hospital freaked me out and I cried the whole way over there. Plus they made me ride in a wheelchair so everyone was looking at the gigantic lady crying in the wheelchair the whole walk over there...
Once I arrived in the L&D triage area, they got me hooked up to the monitors and my mom arrived shortly after that. We started with the millions of questions and Dave arrived about half way through those. During the questions, the nurse had to keep her hand on my stomach to see if she could feel any contractions that the monitor may pick up. It was a little awkward having a stranger's hand on my stomach for 20 min., but the nurse was awesome and agreed to let me go to Mexico this weekend (I'm not really going- just dreaming) as long as she could come along with some other nurses to monitor me and the babies. I agreed.
Anyways, the babies looked great on the monitor and I only had one contraction the whole time and didn't even feel it. In the end, it was decided that because of the significant cervical changes that I would be given the first dose of betamethasone. It's a steroid that is used to help mature the babies' lungs in case of an early delivery. They also put me on bed rest until my appointment on Monday. Not exactly what I had hoped to hear, but it could be worse. I received my second and last dose of steroids today and spent some more time on the monitor.
They did a swab to test for the presence of FFN. If this is present then it is an indicator of early labor. It doesn't mean that you will for sure go into early labor but it does help the physicians make good treatment choices. Unfortunately something happened in the lab and they weren't able to use my sample. After speaking with the on-call doctor we decided that since I was going to be on bed rest anyways until my next appt., there was no need to repeat it until Monday.

So......

Here I sit.

I'm not really made for this sort of thing- I'm already restless! But if it gets us big fat healthy babies then I'll do it. Today, I am 29 weeks. The minimum goal we are hoping for is 32 weeks. That's only three more weeks. I'm demanding that the babies stay in until AT LEAST that. Dave has offered to buy me some duct tape if I think that would work- I'm considering it- after all, it works on everything!
WHEN we reach 32 weeks, we'll tack on another week to our end goal and continue to do this until at least 36 weeks.
I still have many things on my to-do list but I'm not really able to do most of them. It's kind of out of my hands now. And I think that accepting this part of a multiple pregnancy is the hardest part. I've done all that I can- eating well, resting when I need to, listening to my body, downing my handful of supplements every day. But in the end, my body is already thinking that it's almost full term. And that, I can't do anything about.
I have a lot of mommy guilt when it comes to Max. I don't want him to think I am a crappy Mommy who doesn't want to do everything with him that I used to. Because that's not true at all. I love getting him ready in the morning, carting his heavy body up the long staircase just because he wants "mommy carry" and walking him up to the park. I know it won't last forever but Max has finally started to get to the point the last couple weeks where he asks for us to do certain things with him or for him. And that is a HUGE deal for Max. I worry that if I'm not able to respond to his requests and reinforce that behavior, that he won't come to me for things.
Thankfully, we have awesome parents, grandparents and friends that are more than willing to help us through my "useless" stage. I also know that Slinky and Bo-Peep (the babies) have a big sister watching over them everyday. All along the way, Ellie has given us little signs that she's here and that she's protecting her little brother and sister. Yesterday, on my way home from the doctor, my mind was racing with all sorts of concerns. In order to keep from losing my mind, I turned up the radio. And there is was- "The Rhythm of Love." I haven't heard it in weeks, but she most have known I needed it. I did. And it did make me feel so much better.

For such a little tiny thing, a cervix can cause a whole lot of drama!

So please send up your prayers, send us good vibes, good thoughts, do your voodoo thing, or whatever you do. We need to keep these babies in for at least three more weeks and hopefully 7-9 more weeks!