Week 30 brought with it an unexpected turn of events for sure.
first day of this year / last day of this year
I got up Wednesday morning excited for two things: the last day of school and my 30 week ultrasound. A week before when I realized that my ultrasound was scheduled on the morning of my kids’ last day, I tried everything I could to reschedule it. I have had the best year with my students, and it was so important to me to be there with them and get to say goodbye after they took their finals and such.
But the ultrasound tech only comes on Wednesday mornings, and there was no way to change the appointment aside from postponing it a week. I considered it for a long time, but in the end (and after a long conversation with my mom) I decided that it just didn’t seem like a good idea to delay getting to see our little babies! So I got a cover for the last half of my 2nd hour and lunch, planning to come back for the rest of the day to shed a few tears and give hugs and final words of parting advice
Around 10 am I left school and raced over to the hospital. Jon met me there and we spent lots of time oohing and ahhing over our little McCoys before having to wait for the doctor to tell us the results of my check. Minutes later our nurse came back, and the second she walked in the door I knew something was not right. Thankfully the babies are doing just great, but the same cannot be said for my cervix. It seems that it has shortened significantly since my last checkup, which, in short (no pun intended), it’s not supposed to start doing yet.
The nurse ordered me to go straight home and get in bed and not get up until the next morning to come back and have my doctor check me again. After a brief panic and some negotiations, I convinced her to let me finish out the school day. I was able to go back and finish out the day with my kids, get grades finalized and wrap up all the other little things I could possibly do before leaving for good. It was quite a whirlwind. And definitely not how I had envisioned my last day/leaving my classroom and school. My brain is still processing the fact that I won’t be going back there, and it’s definitely bittersweet.
The next morning found me back at the doctor where he confirmed that bedrest is the best option at this point (a much better alternative to the other suggestion he had). I got two steroid shots to help the babies’ lungs develop faster, and other than that I’m under strict orders to not leave the couch/bed other than to “shower or get a quick bite to eat.”
Or take a weekly pregnancy pic of course;)
So here I am, living on the couch watching my poor husband run around doing everything under the sun. I know I’m really lucky because things could be so much worse. I get teary eyed all throughout the day just thinking about how thankful I am that the twins are still growing inside me. The thought of them having to face the world when they’re so little little and unprepared keeps me glued to the couch even when I think I can’t take it another minute. I’m so thankful I’m not in the hospital, and I’m so so thankful that I have so many people who are helping take care of me and everything else.
Things are constantly popping into my head that I just can’t believe I’m going to miss – my only nephew’s 1st birthday party, childbirth classes, buying our new car with the husband, washing and organizing the babies’ clothes and diapers, etc. etc. It’s so hard seeing everything fall on Jon’s shoulders and not being able to help him do anything, while at the same time adding more and more to his plate.
But I know it’s all temporary, and I will blink twice before the twins are here and I’m back to running around. I’m willing them to stay in and keep growing. I’m going with the self fulfilling prophecy theory. If I believe they’ll stay in there for another 6 or 7 weeks, then they will stay in. Isn’t that how it works?
In the meantime I’m getting lots of thank you notes written and lots and lots of pregnancy books read. The ambitious side of me is planning on squeezing in a pregnancy scrapbook and some sewing projects, but we shall see.
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