Monday, we found ourselves walking down all too familiar hallways. The hallways of the old Sky Ridge birth center where we spent a lot of time with Preston. Past those NICU doors that felt like a second home for a while.
Monday, I had my regularly scheduled, monthly OB appointment. My blood pressure was slightly elevated, and not wanting to take any chances, I was taken to the hospital for some monitoring. Monitoring of my blood pressure, and a nonstress test for the baby. This test records movement, heartbeat and contractions. I also went through a couple other tests like blood tests.
We sat there for a couple hours, maybe a few hours. My blood pressure went down and the whole time my baby girl's vitals looked great.
It was quite the scare. The possibility of pre-eclampsia again. The thought of having Samantha arrive early. It was rather overwhelming, and probably did not help my blood pressure.
As a precaution, and to give the baby the best chance to go full term, I've been placed on bed rest. Not strict bed rest in the hospital, but for the most part, I'm refined to the couch/bed. I can get up to make some lunch, take a shower, etc. I'm however not allowed to work on any projects, such as cleaning the pantry, or getting the baby's room ready. Good thing that's all done!
This is day 4 of my bed rest situation. While I'm bored, I'm thankful for this chance to give my daughter her best chance at staying inside the womb for another 3 weeks. I also keep reminding myself of all the signs my son has sent me in the past week, to try and reassure me that things will be alright.
The day before my birthday, just over a week ago, on my way home, I decided to listen to music out of the blue. Iris came on. A little while later, as the train stopped at the University station, I saw the weirdest rainbow - there was a sticker on a sign. The sticker was of a odd looking man... wearing a rainbow hat. As the train went on, not even a station or two later, there was a bunny hopping along a hill.
That was just one day. There have been several more signs since then - the biggest one is how active Samantha has been during the nonstress tests (we had another one yesterday). This keeps mama calm, and I'm thankful for Preston communicating that to his sister when I need that from her.
3 more weeks. I pray that I don't need to walk down those halls again. Should we have to though, I feel that everything will work out. Still, I pray for 3 more weeks of pregnancy.
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