I was super nervous when they wheeled me into the operating room, keeping my hands on my stomach the whole time as if that would keep the babies safe. I remember drifting off to sleep then waking up what felt like just minutes later to hear everything had gone well and it was all done. Whew. I'd also gone through two bags of IV fluids so I'm sure my body was enjoying not being completely dehydrated. I took in a bottle of cranberry juice and a bottle of water, waiting until the dizziness and grogginess subsided enough to get up and plop my butt in a wheel chair then got whisked out to the car and was on my way home. We had a glamorous home arrival, the husband and I, because I managed to upchuck the liquids I'd drank at the hospital into a plastic bag in the car. He had to hold me steady and as I walked in the front door and straight to the bathroom to dump the contents down the toilet. Sometimes you are really glad no one else is there to witness these atrocities. But then I just went on and told all of y'all about it, didn't I? Suppose I'm not harboring much shame. It's a game of survival at the moment, folks.
|My bed rest "command post" for the past two days.|
Speaking of food, eating has been rather difficult again. And I've lost a few pounds the past couple days. All I want to do is gain weight so my little quad squad can grow and I can stay strong. I'm taking it very seriously as I truly believe (and from what I've read and heard from doctors) that the right weight gain from early on can help make a big positive difference. So for now, I've given up trying to find an appealing meal for my non-existent taste buds and have "ordered" dinner from my ever-so-patient husband on his way home from work later. I'm getting The Hulk smoothie from Smoothie King in chocolate. It's got nearly 1,500 calories in the medium-sized and comes packed with protein, calories, vitamins and other nutrients that are actually geared to promote weight gain. I used to drink the super-sized version when I was a synchronized swimmer and was so boney and skinny in my early teenage years that I fell off the growth chart. My parents would pick up one of those bad boy's every day for me and I'd wolf it down after swim practice. It has real butter-pecan ice cream in it, too, which makes for a delish flavor and helps out with my calcium share for the day. Never thought I'd find myself in need of those smoothies again, ha.
Other than having a tightness and slight cramping in my stomach, I can't tell of any other side affects from the cerclage. Tomorrow, I am allowed out of bed for small periods of time but have been sworn to take it easy for the following week. I know I'll keep my sanity better when I can move around a little, but I also feel so sick with this cold that resting has certainly been the best option so far. Aside from not being able to breath very well, running through about 2.5 boxes of Kleenex a day, choking down disgusting cold medicine every four hours, coughing up my left lung and rubbing Aquaphor lotion all over my dried-out face, things are just peachy. I'm not even trying to make you feel sorry for me. Okay... maybe a little.
But on to the good stuff: babies! (See how I made you wallow through all my self-pity with me first!? Mwahaha.)
Here are our alphabet of quads from our latest ultrasound at about 12.5 weeks:
They definitely look like little people in there! The video we got was pretty cool, too, because we could see so much more detail than before. Elbows, knees and toes... knees and toes. Ha, it was awesome. They weren't as wiggly as they have been on other occasions, but we still enjoyed seeing them. I edited the video to some of the best bits, which you can see below.
Thanks for sticking with me and listening to all my woes. The day has taken a turn for the worse, so I'm going to put away work and turn on the TV, then douse myself with cold medicine... and come back and watch my video for like the 2349808746240th time when I need another pick-me-up. :)