It's been a long, rough couple of weeks. After my last ultrasound on Sept 30 they decided I needed to be admitted to the hospital at only 33weeks. In the two weeks since my previous ultrasound Baby Girl hadn't grow at all. Now she was measuring 4 weeks behind my dates and in a more serious condition of growth restriction. I cried. A lot.
This turned our world upside down in an instant. We were prepared for them to tell us that we might need to deliver, we weren't prepared to be in the hospital for the rest of the pregnancy. We went home to get a bag of things and back to the hospital to check in. Caleb was very sweet and wanted to hold my hand the whole way there. I was still crying and he was concerned. I don't know how I got such a sweet, affectionate boy. I'm so blessed.
Grandma and Grandpa stepped in to the rescue and kept Caleb overnight for two nights while Brian had to work. Papa (Brian's dad) flew in from Michigan to stay with the boys and help out. Having someone to drive Caleb to school and stay with him at night and cook meals has helped a lot.
I spent 8 days in the hospital. The hardest part was being away from my son. He came to visit and cried every time it was time to leave. It absolutely broke my heart. But after those 8 days the team of doctors taking care of me decided that I was stable enough to be on bed rest at home. They were happy to see me make it to as milestone 34 weeks.
I still have to go to the office 3 days a week for monitoring and I'm still scheduled for my ultrasound on Monday, October 14. I'll be 35 weeks and that will tell us a lot more. In the mean time, I'm glad to be home and trying not to move off the couch.
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