In happy news, my mother in law came and she gushed about my baby shower, scheduled for Sept 26 (30w) since it now seems like I will be out of the hospital. Ah... rooms full of people and me in pajamas... How sexy. Sarah is throwing an "unshower" at 28w, which she thought of moving to the hospital (just a small group of mutual buddies) and she's pretty pleased I should be home. Again, can we say sexy PJs? But these are my contemporaries and I dont mind them seeing me at my worst (okay, so I do, but...) Family... Not so sure about that. I might have to have dear sweet hubs find me some better looking loungewear for my rapidly expanding tummy. I dont know if my bedding wear is appropriate for the priests (and yes, MIL is inviting the priests and a slew of folks from church, as well as children, so I want to be "covered" in all the places that count.)
I am legitimately excited. It makes things seem so... real. Like this is a big step. I mean, the happy ending has nothing to do with a baby shower, but... Normal people have showers. I will get to be a "normal pregnant woman", even if for only a little while.
My mom is throwing a post-baby shower, probably in the spring. We are hoping that, assuming the world continues to spin in the right direction, that we will take the kids to TN in March, which is really nice there, even though it is still chilly here. She already has the invitations and everything, so we will just set a date in January or so, and go from there.
And, into today... Well, first off, I know hospital food is supposed to be gross, but they just moved to a new restaraunt style meal thing and it is actually quite good! (Not that I dont miss home cooking but this is better than what I've expected and experienced from meal service). I just ate and I was hungry- can you tell???
Babies stayed on the monitor for an hour today! The nurses got busy and came back much later than expected, but the papooses had cooperated for 55 minutes. I was so proud of them. And I didnt have one single contraction while on my back! Success! But it gets better... I got called for my ultrasound around noon. The tech was waiting when I got there. She did an ab one and we saw both babies. The last 2 days, I have had some back pain, which at first I thought was my back deciding to rebel against bedrest but then I had the distinct feeling of a certain little girl burrowing into my spine. So... my suspicions were confirmed- Maya has turned and is now vertex! So the pitter patter of little feet against my spine and upper uterus can now be attributed to both sets of feet! They looked great and were playing (which meant the tech couldnt get clear shots of them, so no pics).
We waited for about 20 minutes and the MFM doctor didn't arrive, so the tech went to page him. She came back and said that he had been called to an emergency in the OR (which just made my stomach fall) but offered to do the scan anyway. While she cant interupt the results, she said that he would review the images and, if he wanted a live show, they would come back and do another scan at some point. I said that would be fine (after all, I'm already there and I want to see!). She was nice enough to write her notes outloud. :) So, my cervix measured 1.6-1.7 which was wonderful. I even peed before my jaunt to the u/s room, so I was worried it might have shortened because of the movement but nope! And she said that Mr. Big Head (whom I love dearly) was pushing down in such a way that she could barely see the funneling (and couldnt see enough of it to measure!). We got a great image of the cervix, which looked like a rainbow in shape. So, it is closed and tight and everything looked wonderful (to my untrained eyes). I am still reeling from all this news. First the "you might go home" and now the "good cervix". Not to mention that both babies head down is a relief when you are considered a natural birth. She said that it is still possible for them to move but that most of the babies she sees head down by 24w tend to stay that way and that you typically see babies that are older and not head down move into that position. So, we shall see. They still have room to play, so they may decide to go all over the place.
When I came back, I had mail! You guys- your support... There aren't words. Each week, someone I've never met ends up in my hospital room in the form of a card or letter or something. The letters usually begin with "You dont know me..." But I feel like I do. I feel like I know each of you who drops by and reads and says a silent prayer, each of you who comments, each of you who walks the road of an infertile or an orphaned parent... Your cards and letters touch me. We hang them on the wall and I can see them every time I look up. They are what help keep me upbeat and happy. The pictures your children draw: they are on the wall next to the bed. These things... I just dont know how I would survive a bleak room feeling alone. I feel so terribly blessed in ways I cant count. I have IRL friends who email, call, or come by often (and send not only prayers and good thoughts, but bring crafts and laughs and positive vibes (and chocolate- thanks AB!!!!)). I have blog friends who email and send cards and notes and little things to say hi and make the time pass with a smile instead of ever present fear. And my family and friends in TN who always email daily or send letters weekly, just to say hi and check in. I am truly blessed by this outpouring. You guys give me faith in not just the human race, but the human family. And, from today's mail pile, thank you to little LV for her beautiful fractur (it's a PA thing... Google can explain) of our children's names. And to EH for her goody bag (I will start the book as soon as I finish the one I'm on- which will be today- THANK YOU!). And to PJ, who has been a penpal of mine since I moved away from home (and a mentor to me well before that). We've regularly wrote for years but seeing her familiar script always brings me a smile from home.
So, another good day everyone! Those prayers are working! And we have less than 11 days to our next goal of 26w!!!