I am so behind on posts as I am miserable.
At 31 weeks, I spent 3 days in the hospital as my bp was high and I was having really bad headaches. I was given two steroid injections just in case she needed to be delivered early. Luckily, that did not happen, my BP stabilized and I was able to go home.
I have had weekly ultrasounds and bloodwork with Dr Kelly. Today my labs confirmed that I do indeed have pre-eclampsia again. On top of that, Elle flipped into a breech position. I have been doing everything to get her to move. Acupuncture, bouncing on a ball and inversion positions. I go back to the doctor on Thursday at 35w4d. If she is not in head down position on that day, then I need to schedule a ECV to have her manually turned, then an induction on 37w.
Exactly two weeks away from meeting our girl, IF I make it that long. These headaches that I have had constantly can be debilitating. Some days I can't get out of bed and some days, they are manageable.
Nick lost his job a month ago. We will be ok. He received 6 months severance, plus health insurance. He is able to collect unemployment as well. Plus, Nick has amassed quite a big of wealth over the years that we aren't concerned. We certainly don't want to bleed money and hope he has a job in six months, but it won't be detrimental if not.
I believe all things happen for a reason. Nick has been the best dad and husband the last month. I couldn't have done this without him. It is most likely the reason my pre-e didn't come back earlier as I have had time to rest and nap when needed. Nick takes Matheson outside for play and walks several times per day. It's Texas Summer, which means temps are in the 100s. I don't even walk to the mailbox at this point, so he really is the best.
All of this while the Pandemic is at an all time high and Texas is now one of the worst states for number of cases. Which means, at this point, we literally have been homebound since March... it is end of July with no end in sight.
Last night, I could really tell the stress of all this was getting to Nick as we are super concerned that I may end up with a c-section. That means, Nick would need to care for me, help with a newborn, fully take care of a toddler and monitor Tristan with his online school work when school reopens, which we don't have an actual start date yet. My mom's furlough ends soon and she goes back to work on Aug 3. She is taking a few days off to help watch Matheson while we are in the hospital, but that's it. No one able to help us. It's daunting when I think about how hard it is going to be, c-section or not.
At this point, we can just hope for the best. Whatever will be, will be, just let it be. AND BREATHE.
