Complicated Pregnancy

I thought the day of Cole's seizure was the worst day or my life! Well, I now have two worst days of my life. Neither day is less significant than the other because on each of these days I thought I was going to loose one of my sons!

On 04/12/10, Brian and I went in for a routine ultrasound to take the measurements of our sons size and organs. All seemed to go well until I received a phone call from my doctor that he wanted to see me ASAP. I went in the next day and was informed I had a short cervix. A typical pregnancy is between 3-5cm. I was measuring at 1.5cm. I was placed on limited activity and scheduled for a follow-up appt. on 05/03. I took to the limited activity as best I could. I had family and friends step up to help with Cole, Zabdack and taking care of my house.

On 05/03, I went in for the follow-up. I could tell on the tech's face that things hadn't improved. After 45 minutes of talking with the radiologist and my dr. I was told to go straight to his office. I went in and was told I was being placed on strict bed rest and to see a specialist ASAP. I had gone from 1.5cm to 1cm.

I was able to get in with the specialist on 05/05. The tech took my measurements and said I was now at a .9. I lost it. I couldn't control the tears. The specialist came in and did his own exam and confirmed the tech's numbers. He had me get dressed and ask I meet him in his office. This is never a good sign! The doctor was AMAZING! He explained all my options and said the first course of action we needed to take was checking into the hospital. So at 10:00am on 05/05, I was being admitted to labor and delivery. *Side Story* I remembered when I checked into the hospital to give birth to Cole I saw on the board mom's at 21weeks, 23weeks and 26weeks and I remember thinking to myself, "Wow, I feel so bad for them." Now, I was checking in at 22weeks 0days. I had become the person I felt sorry for exactly, to the date, 16 months before!

Our first plan of action was to stay in the hospital on 100% bed rest and take a course of medicine for 24 hours to see if we could get my cervix to lenghten. This was the least invasive procedure and one I was praying would work. At 8am on 05/06, the ultrasound tech rolled into my room, the doctor followed behind and Brian and I sat and waited. After I was checked I got the news I didn't want to hear. My cervix had even shrunk more. I had gone from .9cm to .8cm. Once again the water works began. My husband grabbed my hand and just kept saying everything would be okay. The doctor laid out our options:

1. Continue w/ the current meds and hope things don't progress
2. Have a cerclage to close my cervix
3. Do nothing and hope things stop on their own

Each option had their own risks. If we choose option 1 or 3, I may continue to efface and the shorter the cervix the higher risk of going into active labor. If we choose option 2, my water could break during the procedure and I go into labor, my body could reject the stitches and I could go into labor. Brian and I were faced with, in my opinion, horrible scenarios no matter how we looked at it! After discussing the options, risks and benefits of each option we opted for option 2. I was terrified but knew if anything went wrong I had given our son the best possible chance of staying put for, hopefully, many more weeks. I was scheduled for surgery at 12pm on 05/06.

I opted for the spinal block so I could be aware of all that was happening during the procedure.
The procedure was quick (about 5 minutes) and afterwards the doctor came to me, grabbed my hand and said it went better than expected! I was wheeled into recovery spent an hour in there and then wheeled back to my room. I had made it past the first risk, no leakage. Now we needed to wait and see if my body rejected the stitches. As the spinal block wore off the contraction monitor watched closely for any preterm labor signs, signs of infection and all the while watching our sons vitals. At first I was counting the minutes, then hours in hopes everything would work out. I was told if everything went perfect I would be released from the hospital on Sunday.

Well on 05/07 at 5pm the doctor rolled in with the ultrasound tech to look at my cervix. After a quick review my doctor turned to me and said, "Happy Mother's Day! Would you like to go home tonight? Your cervix has gone from .8cm to 4cm!" I could have kissed him and I would have kissed him if I was allowed out of bed! I called my husband who has been to the hospital as much as a 16 month old can tolerate and asked him to come get me.

I am on STRICT bed rest with daily medicine. I can get up to use the restroom, take short showers and attend my weekly ultrasounds. I have never been so excited to see my bed! My goal is to make it to 28 weeks; however, I wish to make it to 42 weeks. If this baby is past due it would be a great ending to this story!!!

For a few days the fear of loosing my son was so real, raw and impending that at moments I couldn't breathe. I tried to stay positive and but I have to admit there were moments I couldn't get all the what-if's out of my head. It was because of all prayer from all of our family and friends, my constant texts and e-mails from my friends and my babyfit friends that kept me positive and moving forward. I am so lucky for each and every person in my life whether they are Internet babyfit friends, friends I've had since school, friends I meet through work or family I could never thank them enough for pulling for my son and willing him to stay in my belly!

Here's to many more weeks of being blissfully pregnant!