Well, this will be your last in utero update on Baby W…
My visit this morning started off pretty well. I slept absolutely horrible last night and just felt like something was off all day yesterday. Guess a momma’s intuition knows these things. I’ve never really been a big rosary prayer – maybe it was intimidating, maybe it just felt a little forced. But for some reason, this morning I dug out my favorite rosary and headed to Dr. H’s office.
During the BPP (one of our best, yet, by the way), I started praying the rosary. Scott wondered how I knew what to do (obviously he’s the rosary prayer in the house!) and that’s where the trusty iPhone came in handy. A lot of peace came this morning. Guess God was preparing me for the unexpected news…
So, I go in for the ultrasound and growth scan and the baby just isn’t him/herself. Then, just before the sonographer stepped out to get the doctor, on a whim, I asked her what the baby’s weight was. Her reply? 3lbs. 13 oz.
I knew what that meant. Not good. Not good at all. If you’re a numbers person with a good memory, our last growth scan was 3.5 pounds. Even an Aggie who almost flunked out of math class can tell you that’s not good growth rate in two weeks time. Just as a comparison, most babies at this gestational age weigh nearly 6 pounds. It took forever (no really, it did) for Dr. H to knock on that door. When he did we just looked at each other for a minute – and we both knew what the other was thinking.
I think my eyes were about to bubble over with tears this morning for lots of reasons –
JOY, in that we get to see our baby with our very own eyes soon
SADNESS that I couldn’t get this baby a little further along
THANKFULNESS that we’ve made it this far – just 16 weeks ago, Dr. H certainly thought this baby was destined for no delivery, or a life of major special needs
UNCERTAINTY in the future
So, what does all that mean? It means that the baby isn’t growing in the belly anymore and it’s time to induce…soon. Dr. H called my OB right after I left and she called me when I was halfway home, told me to turn around and get to her office. Pronto.
Thus began the day that doesn’t seem quite real. But, we’re taking it an hour at a time. I’m scheduled for an induction at 6am in the morning. We’ll probably start pitocin around 7 and get the show on the road. We’ll have a pediatric urologist, chief neonatologist, my trusty OB and a few nurses in the delivery room with us. That brings me GREAT comfort. That, and knowing that many of you are praying, for real. We’re going to try for a normal delivery and only do a c-section if necessary.
If you’re a facebooker, check there tomorrow…I’m sure Scott will keep everyone duly posted and I’ll do my best in between contractions 🙂
We will most definitely have a stay in the NICU – but for how long is anybody’s guess. Again with the hour at a time thing. Thank goodness God doesn’t throw all this on you at once.
Admittedly, I had to collect myself after my first doctor visit this morning. I just kept telling myself, “Kathryn, you have got to pull yourself together.” Eh, didn’t really work, but it’s a start.
Stay tuned…a family of 7 is headed your way 🙂