I’m 33w3d today. And at my weekly Monday morning OB appointment, they discovered that I’m now 3cm dilated, with a super soft cervix, and still totally effaced. And with a crazy high blood pressure level (150/100) thrown in for good measure. With stats like that, I was sent directly to triage at L&D.
I really thought this was IT. I thought I’d be in labor right now. The wonderful, amazing, thank-you-lord news is that I’m not contracting, my cervix hasn’t changed since this morning, and the babies heart rates looked good. Oh, and my blood pressure totally chilled out at triage and the bloodwork and urine analysis for pre-eclampsia came back negative. PHEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW.
Of course, we so very badly want these sweet babies to stay put longer. Everyone—hubs, me and the doctors—are hoping and praying for 34 weeks (Friday). That seems soooooooooooooooooooooooo far away. Can I really hang on with a soft, “ripe,” 3cm dilated, 0cm length cervix for another four days?! According to the doctors, YES. I could go today, tomorrow or in a week. No one knows, so my job is to chillax and eat and hydrate and monitor myself for an uptick in contrax, water breaking, all of that stuff.
I feel like a bit of a ticking time bomb, on borrowed time. I don’t know how long my cervix can hang on, but gosh darnit, we aren’t giving up! Baby A, Baby B, cervie, ute, hubs and I are all going to give it our very best and try to eke out another day. Because everything was pretty chill during my day in triage, I was discharged and I’m back home on bedrest.
We love you so much, Baby A and Baby B. Whenever you need to come into the world, we are 100% okay with it and we will take care of you and give you the very best doctors and NICU possible.