Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Things That Go Beep Beep the Night!
Tomorrow begins week 32, and Bob and I will have won the triplet gold medal. We are both pretty excited about it, and I think both of us are ready for our boys to be average and join the rest of the world. I'm getting so uncomfortable, especially at night. It's harder and harder to get out of the bed, and the boys are always moving around and attacking my innards, which wears me out as they are kicking harder and harder.
This morning was our scheduled scan, so Bob spent the night in the tiny bed of torture. Around 2:30 am, I heard a strange beeping noise, and it took me a bit to figure out what was going on. Apparently, the new battery we put in my turb pump went out. Since I knew it was a good battery, I found the nickel required to tighten the battery case, went to the bathroom and then back to sleep. Around 5:30 am, it happened again, and Bob got up and brought me a new battery. All of this lack of battery meant that I missed two of my boluses (or two doses of medicine) and the constant drip. We called the nurses, and they came in and put us on the monitor. I was having a contraction every five minutes.
We went to the scan, and everything is great with the boys. The doctor said see you Friday, which means he thinks we'll definitely make it until Friday. My cervix is holding steady, and once we dumped enough medicine into my system, the contractions have stopped. Last Friday, Dr. Graham said that if we make it to 34 weeks, they will do an amino of one of the babies and see if their lungs are developed enough to deliver. The nurses have told me that I'm not allowed to have these babies until week 34. In my head, I know that every single minute the boys spend cooking in my oven is best, but I am SOOOOOOOO ready to be able to move around again and not to be such a sideshow. The other day, I told Bob that I am the pre-show for the octomom and he laughed because it's true. Also, I've noticed that since Baby B is bigger than Baby A, the right side of my belly is bigger than the left. It's pretty nuts to me that I'm lopsided, but I guess it makes sense.
Thankfully, my parents are back in town today, and that makes me happy. I was a little worried that I'd need my mommy and she'd be at the bottom of some cave checking out bats. I guess no matter how old you get, you need your mother. Are you listening to that boys?