When the going gets tough, I stop writing. Which is not good. But it's true. After my last doctor's appointment, I was scared mute. I spent the last 5 days lying on my left side and stuffing myself full of "good fats" like avocado, pumpkin seeds and almonds (not to mention some bad fats like cupcakes) in an effort to fatten up my floaties and give them the best chance to have good blood flow from my lazy placenta. Hang in there, placenta!
I'm still scared, but yesterday I got at least a 1-week reprieve from the looming threat of an emergency c-section or 24-7 monitoring in the hospital. The babies have decent fluid, the same blood flow as last week and regular heartbeats. I tell myself not to get cocky. I know my circumstances can change on a dime. But I am relieved.
We're not out of the woods, but we're hoping we get to the all-important week 28 without incident.
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