Diabetes and Pregnancy: The Bed Rest Chronicles.
All day Wednesday, I had the pleasure of collecting my urine in a "hat" for 24 hours and then sending it off to my doctors for protein analysis. Since I was ordered to remain on modified bed rest until further notice, Chris ran the collection up to the hospital for analysis at noon.
Where they lost it. Twice. And the test wasn't actually performed on the sample until almost 10 pm that night.
Which lead to the mad scramble on Friday morning after my OB called, saying that the protein content of my 24 collection was too high for comfort, and they wanted to admit me to the hospital until the baby was born.
I'm not the most calm, relaxed person. (WHAT DO YOU MEAN, YOU PICKED UP ON THAT?) I get nervous about things, I have a hard time adjusting to change, and I have a lot of trouble letting people make the full decisions regarding my health care. So being told I needed to pack a bag for a time frame ranging from 1 - 3 weeks, and that upon my return home, I'd have my daughter with me ON THE OUTSIDE, I melted down just a little, teeny bit.
But it's not about me, or what I need. This is about my kiddo, and keeping her safe and sound. So the bags were packed (where I put in jeans and "real shirts" but then realized I'll be on bed rest, so replaced those items quickly with sweatpants, sports bras, and t-shirts) and Chris and I headed off to the hospital.
"See you in a little bit, Siah. But when I come home, you won't be the queen bee anymore. Ms. BSparl will outrank you by an awful lot."
Siah looked at me, slightly crossed-eyed, and then ran off to chase a speck of dust that scampered by.
When we arrived, the doctors checked my blood pressure (was a little elevated - 140/84, but no one was freaking out) and labs were drawn to assess the levels of creatinine in my blood. The medical team checked on BSparl, too, with a full ultrasound and non-stress test to assess if and how the pre-eclampsia was affecting her. Thankfully, she's having her own personal dance party in there and seems to be just fine, despite all of my symptoms.
So we're in for the long haul now, which just got a bit shorter. I'm currently 34 weeks, 4 days along in this pregnancy, and the hospital goal is to make it to the 36 week mark. If anything becomes unstable between now and then, BSparl will arrive on an earlier flight. :) But I'm being watched carefully, and so is she, so nothing will be sneaking up on us while we're under the careful eye of the team here.
My blood pressure is being checked every few hours, my liquid intake/urine output is being tracked to keep tabs on my kidney function, and we have ultrasounds and blood work scheduled every two days. I'm on heparin shots three times a day, thanks to this bed rest/Factor V heterozygous combination (more on that later). And the nurses are keeping my blood sugar logbooks for me, which means this is the most thorough logbooking I've ever done in my entire life. (Also, my numbers haven't been over 120 mg/dl in three days, which means I've scared my diabetes into complete compliance. Testing every hour probably helps a bit, too. Panicking slightly doesn't appear to hurt, either.)
I'll be a little scarce at times online, thanks to the swelling in my hands that keeps me from being able to work comfortably, and due to the barrage of docs and nurses that are checking in throughout the day and night. (I have upwards of 10 doctor or nurse visits throughout the course of the day - makes for a very BSparl-focused 24 hours.)
Chris and I are so thankful for the support and well wishes we've received from you guys - it makes a world of difference, and I know BSparl is benefiting from these good vibes. (And I am too - thank you!!)