So, it's been almost two months since my last post, and there is a crap ton to update. Over the last seven weeks or so, we've been on a complete roller coaster of events.
Back at my 35 week check up, we found out that Phoenix's measurements were off. His head was measuring ahead at 38 weeks, and his abdomen was measuring behind at 33 weeks. We were referred to the same specialist that we saw when my measurements looked funny with ZoeJane. A few days later when we went to see him, we were told that Phoenix's brain ventricles were enlarged as well. We were sent home and scheduled for a follow up two weeks later. I made the mistake of googling. We were looking at the possibility of ventromegaly, which is a problem that can lead to hydrocephalus. Two weeks later, his ventricles were bigger and his measurements were still funny. My amniotic fluid was also low, and I was put on bed rest (leave it to me to make it through two full pregnancies and 37 weeks of a third and end up on bed rest). We were referred to Children's Healthcare of Atlanta for a fetal MRI. Anyone who knows me well knows how much research I've done on fetal anomalies....so I was terrified. To top it off, they decided to send Dayton back to Jacksonville the following week.
Luckily, we arranged for our sister in law, Brittany, to come hang out with me while Dayton was gone just in case I went into labor. Dayton was scheduled to leave the afternoon of our third follow up with the specialist. We were hoping they would have the MRI results, but we left the office that morning without them. I was so upset at the idea of having to receive what could have been terrible news alone, while Dayton was gone. He left around lunch time and about an hour later my phone rang. It was the specialist's office. Apparently, the receptionist knew how upset I was about not having the results and how worried I had been, so after we left the office, she called the hospital and tracked down our results. The lady told me she'd give me the short version of the MRI report....it reported normal ventricles, no brain abnormalities, a slight amount of fluid in pockets (but nothing considered abnormal), and the radiologist suggested we follow up with an MRI after Phoenix was born. RELIEF!!! Though, after such a scare, it was almost impossible to relax for the rest of the pregnancy. I was constantly worried that something would be wrong when he was born.
Dayton got home safe and sound from Jacksonville, and luckily there were no trips to labor and delivery while he was gone.
Fast forward to 39 weeks. I was scheduled for an induction on Thursday, September 29th. We scheduled it just because we needed to have someone set up to take care of the kiddo's while I was in labor. On Sunday, the 25th, I woke up and realized (well, thought) that my water had broken. Keep in mind, my water has never broken on its own with my first two pregnancies. I got up and got ZoeJane and I showered and dressed, just in case we had to dash to the hospital. After that, I rested and waited for the hard contractions to start. They never did, but Dayton was freaked enough to call Brittany back so we could go to the hospital. While we waited on her, I decided to clean a little to see if the activity would start my contractions. I emptied and refilled the dishwasher before I started getting noticeably uncomfortable. Brittany got to our house about 6pm. We finally got to labor and delivery at around 7:45pm. Cliff's notes version : We didn't make it to our Thursday morning induction. I'll post a more detailed birth story later.
It didn't make me any less stressed to hear that the Monday before Phoenix was born, a friend of mine lost her baby only 9 hours after birth. Granted, the baby had problems that had been diagnosed, but the things she died from were not detected before birth. That really hit close to home with Dayton and I. We were both completely wrapped up in every moment we spent at the hospital, just because we knew how lucky we were to be taking our baby home.
I'll update more later...
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