My Mother in law left on Sunday and although we enjoyed her being here as it provided a small amount of distraction-we all wished that it was under better circumstances. Each day we would get a little closer to the point at which we knew the baby would survive outside of his womb (25 wks). Each day also brought more anxiety & stress as we were unsure of "if" we would make it to (25 wks). We were in agony over the thought that anything could happen during any second of any day which would bring our journey to a screeching hault! It was 24 weeks for a baby that "may" survive but 22 wks & 2 days or 23 wks & 3 days would not count-if he came then he would die. We had to reach the 24 wk mark.
On Thursday we saw our specialist as he had requested that we drive to his office once a week. The day started out as an exciting one. I took a shower & even shaved my legs! My husband arrived home by 9:30am to pick me up as our appt was at 10. He informed me as we entered our minivan that this trip would be considered our "date" this month. I smiled at the thought but was oddly not disappointed as I knew we would hear our son's heartbeat & it would be the best date ever!
Arriving at the Dr.'s office we noticed a side entrance that I could take as it would enable me to have to walk less. I approached the door as my husband parked the van & the door was locked. Thankfully two ladies were approaching the door from the inside hall & opened the door for me, informing me in an authoritive voice that I had to have a key-really?!... I thought. Ahwell- no one was going to bring my mood down because although every step I took made me worry that I was stepping closer to labor I also knew in a few minutes that I would have a little relief as I would get to see & hear my baby.
They called my name fairly quickly as they did not want me to be upright too long. I laid on the table & the Dr. came in. I explained to him that I had experienced very little leaking over the past week. I just knew that he was going to say that my amniotic fluid level was still at a 15 which is where it was 8 days before. He attempted to measure and said with a sigh that there was not even a pocket of fluid deep enough for him to get a measurement from so he was going to say that my fluid level was at a zero. I did not know what to say...I was speechless. I thought... my baby needs fluid to survive & I have none??!! How can this be? He told me that he would not consider my condition to be any worse than when he had last saw me & that I could still make it to 24 weeks even though my fluids were at a zero. I thought yeah right! I knew we needed a miracle!
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