A Typical Day in Hospital

Today is Saturday, which is day 10 in hospital. I haven’t written a blog for quite a few days for a few reasons. The first being I’ve had a cold, which seems to have settled down thank goodness, and the other being that nothing has really happened which is obviously a very good thing! I thought I had better give you all a quick update on how I’m doing anyway, so that you know everything is fine! Other than having some of the most intense reflux I have ever felt in my life and (TMI WARNING) the fact that I was constipated for a whole week until today, I’m doing well. The midwife suggested on Monday night that I might sleep better if I had my own pillows from home and she was so right! I am no longer sore when I wake up and am actually having a more comfortable sleep, so that’s really nice. Although, my body clock is still out of whack and as a result I am only getting about 5 hours sleep a night, which has had me develop a bit of a routine. I am woken up at 6am every morning for medication (Nifedipine), I then usually watch Sunrise for an hour or so (or go back to sleep, but this is very rare) until Breakfast comes at 7am, which is the same time Jamie calls me on his way to work (don’t worry we have an in-car kit, all hands-free so it’s safe for him to talk and drive), then I usually watch the rest of sunrise, hop up and insert the progesterone pessary then have the midwives hook me up to the CTG to get it over and done with. I have to have two CTG’s a day to monitor bub as well as my contractions (if I have any, which I don’t usually, not actual ones anyway), this is apparently policy for any pregnant woman staying in hospital over 28weeks. I don’t mind it too much, sometimes it’s a bit uncomfortable if I’ve just eaten but otherwise it’s fine. I have to have it on from anywhere between 30 minutes to an hour depending if bub is sleeping or not (if bub is asleep we have to attempt to wake him up with a cold drink so they know he was in fact just sleeping and not lethargic). So far we have had a few instances where I have had to have the monitor on for an hour, take it off and then have it put back on for another 40 minutes due to strong Braxton hicks showing up on the monitor or bub sleeping; it has always ended up being fine though. Then around 9am I usually try to have a nap as I am ALWAYS tired by then and it’s one of the only times of the day where I don’t have nurses, cleaning staff or meals coming in and waking me up. The rest of the day usually consists of playing games on my phone, watching YouTube and terrible day time television (Ridge got thrown out of a helicopter on Bold and The Beautiful yesterday, little does he know Bill is behind it..bum bum bum!!) & researching things for my new business (yes I have something very exciting in the making, but it will be a long while until it’s launched, definitely not until after bub is born. I’m aiming for January next year but I may leave hints here and there on my Facebook page, so go and like it if you haven’t already!). Then I usually have dinner around 5pm (or pick at it, it’s usually not overly appetising), then have another CTG around 6pm/7pm. Jamie usually gets here around 7.30/8pm and stays for an hour or two. Lately he’s been bringing me dinner which is really nice, there’s an Italian restaurant called Woggie’s just up the road from the hospital and they make the best Carbonara and garlic bread, I’ve had it 3 times this week already. Once Jamie leaves I normally have a shower and get ready for bed, then wait until midnight for my next lot of meds (sometimes I fall asleep before then but it’s unlikely). If I am lucky I might fall asleep by 12.30am! That’s pretty much my typical routine. It’s fairly boring; however I would much prefer a boring day in hospital than one filled with stress and worry due to Braxton hicks or cervical pain. I think that’s all I have to report on for now, everything is still the same as far as we know and after speaking with the Doctor today, we’ve decided not to do an internal exam or ultrasound unless absolutely necessary as we don’t want to irritate my cervix. There really isn’t much point in checking it anyway while I’m in hospital unless I had signs something wasn’t right because we are doing everything physically possible to keep bub safe in there and while he is being monitored twice daily with the CTG we are able to check that he’s okay so there is no need for an ultrasound on him either (although I would LOVE to see a 3D pic of him). So that’s it! Sorry if this is a bit of a boring one for you, but that is pretty much how things are at the moment. If you have any questions about anything please let me know! Thanks for reading!

Xo

 

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Just Remember This Isn’t Forever {Part 2}

Part 2

Today was day 4 in hospital and surprisingly much better. No Braxton hicks, no pains and I feel slightly normal other than the utter exhaustion and sore hips from this awful bed. Jamie came and saw me after lunch and brought Monopoly for us to play. We sat around for 2 hours playing before I cracked the shits because I was losing and told him I’d had enough. I don’t know why they call that game Monopoly, they should change the name to “Homewrecker” or “Who will throw a tantrum first”, seriously who ever plays a round of Monopoly with people and no one cracks it? Anyway, so that was a nice distraction. The rest of the day/evening went pretty smoothly, nothing crazy to report on (thank goodness). Today was also the first day since being in the hospital that I haven’t cried! Bonus! Fortunately, this one is a short update due to the non-eventful day I’ve had. Will update you all again tomorrow!

Day 5 in hospital… alright, today was not a good day. I am BEYOND exhausted at this point and the sleeplessness is officially starting to get to me. I actually feel sick I am that tired. Unfortunately the tiredness triggered my anxiety and by late this afternoon I was having severe panic attacks. Luckily Jamie came in straight away when I called him and managed to calm down. Jamie decided I would be going home regardless because as far as we knew everything was fine and I was due to go home today anyway, so he quickly packed my stuff away and called in the nurse asking if we could discharge. She said she wanted to check with Dr Cerqui first, who was just about to go and deliver a baby, so she quickly asked him, when she returned she said that he was very concerned and asked her not to let us leave until he can come and see me and that he would see me as soon as he was done. I was hoping the reason he seemed concerned was because he was obviously busy when she had asked him, but I had a gut feeling I’d be wrong…

About half an hour later Dr Cerqui came in and said there’s no way I’d be going anywhere. I instantly burst into tears, not just a few tears, I’m talking the whole blubbering, cant breathe sort of crying. He explained that he was actually planning on keeping me in hospital for AT LEAST another 3-4 weeks, which completely shocked me as I thought everything was fine going by what he had said on Friday.  Jamie asked if I could just come home and see him for an appointment in a few days as we only live 5 minutes from the hospital and the Doctor said if I was his wife he would want me in hospital. We explained to him that I wasn’t coping and was feeling very anxious and not sleeping and he actually offered to sedate me, that’s when we realised it must be serious for me to stay in hospital if he is willing to knock me out in order to keep me here. Jamie then asked (he asked most of the questions as I was clearly too upset to talk) why I need to be in hospital so badly, is it the cervix? Is there any cervix left? Dr Cerqui explained that there was a bit of cervix left (wouldn’t tell us how much which makes us think it isn’t much) and that the waters are beaking into the opening of the stitch but that the stitch is holding at this stage. He said it’s a good thing as the waters aren’t bulging through the stitch or anything yet. However, what he said next I definitely didn’t expect… “He isn’t here yet but he is close, which is why you need to be here as things can happen very quickly.” So basically, if I wanted to do the best thing for my son and give him the best chances I need to be in hospital at least until I reach 32 weeks, so that is what I am doing. I’m still really upset and pretty shocked that he could be here so soon, but at least I know I am doing absolutely everything I can to keep my baby safe and healthy.

Just Remember This Isn’t Forever {Part 1}

“Just remember this isn’t forever” is what I keep telling myself, fighting back tears as I lay in a hospital bed yet again. The past 36 hours have been extremely emotionally draining and I just don’t even know how to feel anymore. We went in for my 28 week appointment, and for some (stupid) reason I didn’t think anything would be wrong. I thought that my cervix would be the same and I would get to go home and keep going as I have been for the past 3ish weeks. I was very wrong. We were told that my cervix has shortened (only slightly however) and that my waters are now sitting at the opening at the top of my stitch which definitely isn’t ideal. I was then told I would be going into hospital that day and being put on bed rest (only allowed to be up to wee and shower) due to some painful Braxton Hicks I had been having the past few days. Safe to say I burst into tears and so did my poor Husband, luckily we had Mum and Dad there for support. We then raced home, packed as much of my stuff we could and came straight to the hospital, where things got even more frightening. Once I told the midwives why I was being admitted, I had about 5 nurses/midwives in my room and was immediately hooked up to a CTG (which detects contractions and monitors bub’s heartrate). After being on the machine for about 15 minutes, one of the midwives told me not to unpack my bags as I would most likely be going to Brisbane (as they don’t deliver here until 32 weeks). We were also told by another midwife that I’d be lucky to make it to 30 weeks and that every day bub stays in there is a bonus. This news obviously frightened all of us and put our stress levels through the roof. We didn’t know what to do and all of the nurses were just saying “at this stage we’re taking the wait and see approach”, which doesn’t give much of an idea as to what will happen, I guess they knew about as much as we did. Mum and Dad ended up going back to my home town (where they live) late that afternoon after going shopping and buying me a whole bunch of stuff including clothes, books, scratchies (or lottery tickets you might call them overseas), toiletries etc as well as sorting my clothes and everything out so everything was neat and tidy in my suitcase (I literally just threw everything in there without folding as single thing). We were so lucky to have my parents there, I honestly don’t know what we would have done without their support, I miss them terribly already. Later that afternoon, my doctor came in with some relieving news, he explained that he thought it was unlikely I am/was having actual contractions and that it was just strong Braxton Hicks due to the fact that they were irregular and only a little more than uncomfortable. He also explained that at this stage he just wants to see how things go and if they settle down after I get a couple of days rest and that we will go from there, which at the time I was happy with. I then received an Anti-D Injection, which was required due to the fact that I have a negative blood type, something to do with mine and bubs blood mixing and it possibly causing problems if bub has a positive blood type.

Fast forward to today and it definitely didn’t start off great. I had barely any sleep and then had to attempt the GTT at 6am (Glucose Tolerance Test). This requires you to fast for 6 hours and have a fasting blood test, then you have to drink 300ml of an extremely sweet, foul tasting liquid that has the consistency of saliva in under 10 minutes. You are then required to have 2 blood tests over the next 2 hours to determine whether you have Gestational Diabetes or not. Well, I failed that test miserably (literally as you’re about to discover). I found it impossible to get the drink down and only managed a couple of mouthfuls that made my whole body shiver in disgust each time I swallowed it. The midwife came in and I explained her that I couldn’t do it and she was fabulous about it and said “if you cant do it, you cant do it. Simple” and offered me breakfast which I accepted as I was STARVING (as I would be for the remainder of the day, but I’ll go into that a bit later). The lady performing the blood tests then came back in about an hour later after I had gotten half way through breakfast. When I explained to her I couldn’t drink it and that I had been given breakfast she cracked it and said I should have refused food and that I wouldn’t be able to do the test now and that my doctor can deal with me. Of course after having barely any sleep and being stressed out as it was, I burst into tears when she walked out. By the time the doctor came in I was full on blubbering, expecting to be yelled at for not doing the test. However, he was very good about it and said the same thing the midwife had said and that we will monitor my sugar levels over the next few days and see how they go. He also said he would be away for the weekend and that he wanted me to have another dose of steroids, which had a bitter sweet effect on my emotions. I was glad to be having another dose of steroids (even if the needle does hurt like a b*tch) but was left feeling uneasy due to the fact that he wouldn’t administer the steroids if he didn’t think bub had a chance of coming soon. To add to the uneasy feeling, he made a joke that he has always made since I had the stitch, “I don’t want to come back from being away and find out you’ve been naughty, so be good okay.” Which means “I really hope this baby doesn’t come while I’m not here”, instantly I thought “so do I mate, so do I.” and replied with “I’ll try.” Whilst smiling through tears.

Now that you’re up to date, I’ll get back to the start of the blog where I was referring to my current mantra of “Just remember this isn’t forever” which funnily enough was the thought that inspired me to write a blog, seeing as its unlikely I can sob until the cows come home when I am concentrating on updating all of my beautiful followers. As you have already read, my day started off pretty crappy, and has only gotten worse. Everything is fine with bub and there have been little to no changes with me (that we are aware of, the only way to know if anything has changed with my cervix is via ultrasound) in that respect so that is fantastic. However, I do have quite a few other complaints, safe to say I am having a “Why me?” kind of day. I’ll try and sum it up so you don’t have to read a massive paragraph of my whinging. Basically, I am beyond exhausted (as I already mentioned), the food is terrible so I am absolutely STARVING, my back is extremely sore from laying in bed all day, I feel like a bloody pin cushion I’ve had that many needles the past few days (oh and I forgot to mention, the Anti-D injection hurts about as much as the steroid injection, if not worse. I was really holding back the urge to yell obscenities whilst the nurse was administering it) and I am so tired as it is near impossible to get any more than 5-6hours of sleep due to the noise, the crappy bed and the constant monitoring. Basically I’m already over it and its only day 2.. Really hope I can go home soon.

The next day..

Today is Saturday, which means day 3 in hospital. It started out worse than yesterday funnily enough. I woke up with really intense Braxton hicks that were accompanied by period pain as well as back pain. I was put on the CTG and it showed that I was indeed having contractions every 5 minutes or so and that we will just have to “wait and see”, the doctor on call also decided to give me an extra dose of the Nifedipine in the hopes that it would settle everything down. Luckily, by tonight things have indeed settled down. I was given Panadol twice this afternoon/tonight which took away the pain and seemed to settle everything down. The midwives said that because the Panadol took the pain away my body had a chance to relax which is most likely why everything settled down. So that’s all very good news. However, tonight I had a few very sharp pains in my cervix, to the point where I was doubled over and gasping for air when they occurred. I’d say bub was kicking my cervix and tugging on the stitches. That’s the update for today. Sorry it’s a short one! But there isn’t much more to update on at this stage, still just as miserable and tired as yesterday, if not more. Stay tuned for Part 2!