I started a long, detailed post about my recent medical madness, but even I got bored by the whole thing. Medical drama is pretty boring unless it stars Dr. McDreamy or George Clooney.
So I’m going to give it to y’all straight and in as few words as possible.
I’ve already told y’all that I got Parvo and we believe it was possible that one of the babies had contracted it as well.
The last time we checked on Baby B–the baby that had boderline anemia–he seemed to be doing better. We still have to keep an eye on him for the next 8 weeks, but he finally seemed to be pulling away from that fine line that seperates us from us from the big, scary needle. By the time you read this post, I’ll probably be off to another check up, but Baby B has remained pretty active, so I feel good about him.
I, on the other hand, did not fair as well when I went to go visit my regular OBGYN.
Seems I have a pretty rockin’ case of anemia. In rare cases, Moms can get the same disastrous anemia that the fetuses are prone to when infected with Parvo. My iron levels were so low that the doctor did mention the word “transfusion,” but I did manage to avoid that.
But the doctor is still worried. I have a previous history of anemia during pregnancy and I’ve pretty much decimated my natural stores. Plus, I’ve got an extra baby in there, which means I could be even more affected this time.
With all of this on the table, the doctor moved my delivery date up to 36 weeks and added bi-weekly stress tests and blood draws to my regimen. Bascially, I’m thisclose to moving into the doctor’s office.
Blood issues aside, the rest of my pregnancy seems to be going well. My cervix is performing beautifully, so I’m still cleared to pick up Charlie and be as active as usual. I’m NOT as active as usual, but that’s because I’m carrying around an additional 20 or so pounds and have anemia.
So I’m napping a lot, taking supplements, and eating hamburgers, roast beef po boys, and kidney beans. I’ve got a smudge more than ten weeks til the babies are here and my to do list is long. Hoping for no more bumps along the way.