Blogger has been down for days which has made my life more difficult. If this post gets deleted, there will be a situation. Y’hear that, Blogger?
This week has been one of the hardest weeks for me yet.
I did not foresee emotionally melting down upon walking into labor & delivery in the wee hours of Sunday night/Monday morning, (alone) with my small 24 week belly, and two huffing, excited full-term pregnant women and their husbands just behind and ahead of me.
But I did. I lost it. And this week just hasn’t been easy since then.
I can’t help but think “this isn’t fair”, but the fact of the matter is, I’m very blessed and lucky to be pregnant, and things could be worse. So I guess I need to stop being such a baby.
I want to know what it feels like to WANT the baby to be born. I want L&D to be exciting, not terrifying.
I want to wait that long to meet this cute face:
The good news is that the abruption is staying the same and she thinks it may actually resolve itself soon, which would be amazing. I’m still going in weekly, so we will see. Jory is right at 2 pounds right now (fairly large for her GA) and they think the steroids are working because they could see her doing so many breathing movements in utero at the ultrasound yesterday. GOOD news.
The bad news is that I was supposed to go to my parents’ this weekend to see my sister off for her senior prom since my parents are both out of town, but my MFM told me I couldn’t/shouldn’t because College Station doesn’t have a level 4 NICU and they wouldn’t be able to get me to a larger city that does have one in time. That stinks and all, but way more concerning to me is the fact that that same sister graduates high school in 2 weeks. And I’m probably going to miss it. I feel like the worst sister ever. She’s so sweet and understanding, and of course I’d rather miss her graduation than have something happen to Jory, but it just sucks. :(
Today I got my progesterone injection, which is of course usually painful, but it was right on top of the bruise left from one of my steroid shots (also incredibly painful) and has been burning ever since. Is it okay if I go ahead and blame that (& maybe Friday the 13th?) on my rotten mood??