The Hardest Days to get Through
I am now 26 weeks pregnant.
It is not possible for me to birth a 24-weeker. I can’t have a 25-weeker. I can no longer be caught in a nightmare
scenario where I am 23 weeks pregnant, in labor, and having to argue with Small
Town MD about whether interventions to prevent delivery should be
attempted. Those nightmares, at
least, have passed. We are down to less
than 100 days of pregnancy remaining.
Something to celebrate.
I’m not
going to lie, 27 weeks is looming.
Matthew was born at 27 weeks and I can’t help but be horrified as we get
closer to that gestational age. This
baby is still so little. In both of my subsequent pregnancies, I have
been just emotionally raw around this time.
I expect it. You know, like flu
season. Yet the brutality of it all is
something I can’t prepare myself for in advance, even though I live it every
single day, not just at 27 weeks pregnant. I mean, how could it have gone down
like that? What if it happens again? I have just been a wreck. Can’t focus on anything. Irritable.
Restless. People call to talk to
me and I can barely tune in at all. I
nod along and inside I am just thinking, “I can’t listen to this right now. I can’t believe this naïve person is calling
and expecting me to participate in this conversation when I have a pregnancy to
get myself and a fetus through.” Don’t
get me wrong. These are people that I
love with all of my heart, and I care about their problems. I’m just in my own little isolated world
right now. It really sucks in here,
actually. It will all be worth it if I
get to walk away with my little guy in the end, but I guess I know that it
doesn’t always work out that way.
The PlacentaCrisis of 2012 certainly hasn’t improved my psychological state. Thank God for my Doppler. This little guy is pretty cooperative when it
comes to moving in a reassuringly regular pattern, but if he dares to
oversleep? I whip out that Doppler. So far it has done nothing but provide
reassurance. I was a bit cautious about
purchasing one because I wanted to avoid any can’t-find-the-heartbeat crises
that a Doppler might cause, but I think waiting until I was a bit into my
second trimester took away much of that risk.
Due to
my history of placental abruption, I like to think of my subsequent placentas
as being indestructible. Learning that
this placenta has the potential to be less than anatomically perfect is of
concern to me, even if Small Town MD doesn’t seem to be appropriately
alarmed. When an innocent friend
suggested that I should be reassured by the doctor’s lack of concern, she was
treated to a 5 minute theory of mine wherein I propose that Small Town MD may
not be intelligent enough to be concerned.
It may be that Small Town MD does not fear for his license. It may be that Small Town MD believes his
usual laid back, good ole boy style will see him through having me as a
patient. But it will not, my
friends. If ever this man should fear
for his medical license, it is now, when he has me as a patient. Because, one misstep with me….Nevermind. I’m obviously coping well. I just think it would be unwise of him to not
take my care VERY seriously. He knows I
delivered a 27 weeker in his tiny rural hospital after an uneventful pregnancy,
so he should know to be vigilant. I
honestly don’t harbor much resentment towards the doctor that delivered
Matthew. She would be overseeing my care
in this pregnancy because I know she’d do a great job and be hyper-vigilant,
but she is no longer practicing in this area.
But this guy? He has a huge
warning flag in the form of a 500-plus page medical record, and I think he should heed that warning. There.
Tirade over.
In my
years of experience with grief since Matthew died, I’ve learned that there are
times when it’s best not to fight against my instincts. Right now, I really just feel like hunkering
down and not leaving the house much. I
like being close to home so that I can best control my stress levels and blood
pressure. I do feel alone and
isolated. Living on the frontier
certainly adds to that feeling. In past
years I’ve tried to force myself to interact and live a life with a full social
schedule during times like these, but it never really worked. His birthday, the anniversary of his death,
and anytime I feel pregnant and emotionally vulnerable are now all completely
acceptable reasons to hide out a bit.
Maybe it’s not the healthiest way to get through, but it does get me
through.
So here I am at 26, almost 27
weeks along. Go team. I swear I get a bit more relaxed after 27 weeks, and even more cheerful after 30. One day at a time, right?
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ReplyDeleteI can relate to your feelings. Dates and passmarks from a previous, traumatic pregnancy can be very scary. I hope that the 27 weeks mark will pass mercifully and your Doppler will help you to give you peace of mind. (((HUGS))) ICLW#51
ReplyDeleteHi from ICLW. Really hoping you can make it to full term.
ReplyDeleteI had many of these emotions in my last pregnancy, although I've never had to experience the late loss that you did. The doctor's lack of concern about some scary u/s results made me feel worse, not better, because I had done enough research at that point to know there was something to be concerned about.
ReplyDeleteMy Doppler saved my sanity at many points in my pregnancy, although I know some people feel it provides a dangerous sense of security and causes you to ignore slowing movement, etc. that you should check out.
These times are scary - hoping so much for you that the next few months pass uneventfully and you can look back on this as a hard time that ended happily. (ICLW)
It's so hard to control anxiety after you've had one or more pregnancies go wrong. I hope your fears are for naught and you end up having a happy, healthy baby.
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Anxiety is an ugly monster. It's so hard to keep it under control and understandably so. Here from ICLW and praying for a take home baby for you.
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