Overall things are still going well with the boys. Baby A (the donor
baby) appears to be “normal” and has shockingly defied all TTTS logic by
catching up in size to his larger brother! As of 1/24/13 both babies were measuring just over 2 lbs each!
So much for being able to tell them apart based on size. All joking aside, Baby
B (the recipient baby) on the other hand still has an enlarged/stressed
heart. It appears as though
progress has reached its plateau and now doctors are telling us that we just
need to be prepared that Baby B will likely have a longer stay in the NICU than
his brother (meaning a few days longer).
They don’t seem too worried and say that most likely the problem will
correct itself over the first 6 months to year of his life with little to any intervention. Though I am not showing any signs of
going into early labor at this time it was very sobering last week to hear my
doctor enter the room saying, “Well the good news is we aren’t admitting you
today…” Her goal is still for me to make it past 30 weeks. My goal: As long as possible! Although
full-term for twins is considered 37 weeks the average twin birth occurs at
just over 35 weeks. I’d love for
that to happen for the sake of my boys. I believe it’s possible. Please pray
with me that it is.
I have now been on house arrest…ahem, I mean bedrest, for
8+weeks. As of today, I have not cooked a meal, shopped in a store, driven a
car, gone for a walk, or gone anywhere outside of the house by myself in over
60 days. People keep telling me
“you’re doing a great job” and I know what they mean, I get the sentiment
behind these words but all I can think is “a great job doing what?” But I guess that’s it isn’t it. I’m
doing a great job doing nothing; because that’s what my babies need right
now. Even that I’ve questioned
though, I mean the surgery worked, at this point it’s just a waiting game- to
see how long my cervix can hold strong, to see how much improvement Baby B’s
heart can make on it’s own before birth. I just keep reminding myself that bedrest: not only takes
pressure off the cervix but also provides more oxygen and better blood flow to
the babies (and a whole slew of other medical mumbo jumbo benefits that I’ve
read).
Ok, so truth is, when I hit the 7 week mark of bedrest I realized...it sucks! For those of you who are new
to reading my blog, or who barely know me, yes, I said sucks. If I’m really being honest, then you
have to know that part of my hesitation to keep blogging lately has been the
realization that hundreds, that’s right hundreds, of new people are viewing my
blog. If you go back to my very
first post or even look at the title you’ll figure out I get a little (a lot)
nervous about the thought of being misunderstood or misjudged by my words. So I’ve been pretty intimidated by
seeing the number of page views I was getting around the time of surgery. The stories I have to tell, the words I
want to share, are not simply those of a pregnant patient/guinea pig being
poked and prodded by medical professionals while dealing with the very rare
Twin-to-Twin Transfusion Syndrome.
I’m getting back to blogging about, well, me, my life, and whatever is
on my mind. My upcoming posts may
not be nearly as important, life altering, heart tugging, or inspiring as what
we’ve had to share in recent weeks but for me that’s probably a good thing because
it means life is finally settling down.
This blog has always been a cathartic outlet for me, when I stop
worrying about whether or not I’m being graded for my words. So here goes…Upcoming posts will
include tales of our first ever home purchase, the discovery that no two door
knobs in our house are alike and that every layer of wallpaper is covering and
even more interesting décor choice underneath, the gender reveal parties for
our families that occurred on Thanksgiving before things went nuts, the
challenge of naming our miracle babies & the pressure from others to stop
calling them Baby A & B, and the struggle to try and enjoy some sort of
“normal” pregnancy traditions when absolutely NOTHING has been normal.
So for now I’ll leave you with an embarrassingly badly posed photo of myself taken last Thursday at 26 weeks 5 days pregnant-officially measuring
what a woman carrying one baby would be at 32 weeks!!! THANKS AGAIN for all the love and support so many of you are sending our way through cards, prayers, meals,and on & on.
*Note* I have been battling bronchitis since
Christmas! Miserable! I am on my second antibiotic now and still
struggling. Hence you’ll notice
the smile in this photo isn’t exactly a toothy grin from ear to ear.Prayers in this area would be greatly appreciated as well!!!