Violet June Woolsey
Preston James Woolsey
Violet June Woolsey
Preston James Woolsey
I am floating along smoothly and without drama and I start to get very confident, throwing out statements like “Baby A and C never have any problems with their heart rates” and “I haven’t had a decell in a long time” (meaning about a week) and then of course something will happen to shake me all up and make me nervous again.
I was being monitored at 10:00 last night and was just about done. The clock, which I monitor closely, anxious to be done, was nearing 11:00. I called my nurse in because I was having these terrible gas pains. Apparently the spicy chorizo black bean soup and the bean nachos were not sitting well in the belly – go figure. So, I was having these agonizing gas pains which I was afraid were going to start causing some contractions. My nurse came in and we were talking Maalox when Baby A’s heart rate started to decell out of the blue. I did the ol roll over on one side, roll over on the other and when nothing worked it was back to my favorite – the dog position. That didn’t work either so I rolled and layed almost flat on my back and up went her heart rate to like 180 beats per minute. Her heart was overcompensating for its previous slow beats. By this time there were about 4 nurses in the room and I was on oxygen and the IV was about to go in to get me hydrated. My nurse called my doctor and relayed what she saw to him and he didn’t like it. He said I havge to stay on the monitor for 4 more hours and if it happens again we were taking the babies out – emergency C-section style.
As you know, I am not a big fan of the IV. They dug around for 5 minutes in my left arm and gave up. Then they went into my right arm without the lidacane this time and they found the vein. I was proud of myself because through this recent drama I was able to remain calm and not freak out and start to hyperventilate. I called Chris and told him I think he should come down. Molly was again our lifesaver and came over at midnight to stay with Ava and Chris drove down. The babies stayed on the monitors until about 2am and then my doctor said they looked so good that they could come off of them. The drama had ended for the time being. Chris went home.
When my other doctor came in this morning to check on me I told her what happened and she reviewed the monitoring strips from last night and really didn’t find anything very alarming after all. My doctors want to push ahead and get the babies to 34 weeks and then talk about delivering between 34 and 35 weeks. Things are so crazy around here sometimes.
On a different note, the Director of the NICU came to see me yesterday and asked if I want to go see the babies in the NICU. I was so excited! This would be my first journey out of the hallway in 19 days. I got in my wheelchair and we saw some babies that were born at 32 and 33 weeks. She said, “aren’t those nice sized babies?” I told her that they looked pretty small to me. She told me that to the nurses in the NICU those are very big healthy babies. She showed me a set of twin girls born at 33 weeks and said that my babies would probably look like that. They were small indeed, but not shocking. They were such sweet little babies, one on her back asleep and the other on her belly all curled up with her little bottom sticking up in the air. I was very grateful to get to go in and really look at the babies. I still can’t imagine how I have 3 of those sized babies in me right now but I soon will.
Chris is going to take some new pictures of the big belly today and post them. It will be interesting for me because I can’t see my belly well and I don’t have a mirror in my room. I am sure it is alarmingly large. Amazingly, I don’t have stretch marks. If I get stretch marks now I will be so disappointed – to have made it this far and get them at the end seems unfair 🙂
Well, the mothership is signing off until next time.
Well, it’s been awhile since I’ve written and I have a few things that have happened over the week. First of all, I thought I may have the babies last Friday or Saturday. Thursday night my doctor came into my room and told me that she was busier earlier when I was doing my ultrasound but when she got a chance to review it she was concerned because Baby B, my high maintenance child, had only gained a few ounces from two weeks ago. My doctor wanted to do an indepth ultrasound Friday and see if maybe Baby B isn’t in a good environment to thrive n the womb ianymore. I called Chris in tears because I thought I was going to have the babies Friday or Saturday and I was disappointed that they were such tiny little things. The women in my triplet chat room reminded me that the most important thing is that the babies pass their gestational milestones rather than how much they weigh. That made me feel better. So, we had our families on standby and ready for the babies to come. I had my ultrasound on Friday and what my other doctor told me was that the babies’ growth has slowed down but it is not at all unusual for that to happen with triplets. I was also told that the placentas, umbilical cords and everything else was looking good. Baby B’s placenta is just showing signs of getting tired out but my doctor said the babies are for sure better off inside than outside at this point. False alarm! That is how it is around here. Things here in the hospital can change so quickly from day to day. The incident did buy me another monitoring each day, which means I have to be monitored 3 times a day rather than two.
So, here I am at 33 weeks living this surreal life in my hospital room trying to make these babies as healthy and big as I can so they can have an easier start at life. I do want to go home very much. I miss my family and I miss just being in my house and living my normal life. But really, I probably only have another week here, maybe two at the most. I will get another ultrasound in a week and we will take things from there. I can’t wait to have my body back and not be so uncomfortable all the time. I think Baby A is sitting on a bunch of nerves that run through my groin and it is so painful when I move my right leg or walk around. Baby B and C are up by my ribs and sometimes they push their little bodies so hard up against my belly that it feels like a major contraction that lasts a long time.
Well, I had a nice day yesterday with lots of visitors which made my day so much more interesting and fun. Today is a quiet day and the weather has turned cloudy and it will rain soon. I will watch the rain from my window and probably just eat, eat, eat.
Until next time, the mothership is signing off!
I had my ultrasound at 11 this morning and Chris was here to watch since it was a big one. It went really well and all the babies look great. They are so smooshed in there that I feel sorry for them. The ultrasound tech did measurements to determine the weights and they are all around 3 1/2 pounds but at this point they are so big and smooshed that it is hard to do much with accuracy. The ultrasound was very painful and uncomfortable. I’ve noticed that my belly has become very sensitive as the babies press against it so much. The ultrasound tech was pressing the wand so hard into my belly all the way down to my very sore groin. Not fun. But the good part was that all the babies passed their test for now. I was secretly hoping they weighed 4 pounds but I knew in reality that it was too much to ask for. My overenthusiastic and very bored male nurse was in the room to observe. Luckily for him, I am not very modest because it was all pretty much all out there for the world to see. I realized at one point that one of my boobs was fully exposed for who knows how long. It is the least of my concerns at this point.
My sister came down and the three of us visited for awhile. We ate our lunches and then I went on the monitors. I started having very regular contractions like I always do when they put me on the monitors. It is all the pressure of the monitor devices and the girdle I have to wear to hold them in place that contributes to my discomfort. And then just sitting in one place for an hour is very hard for me. Anyway, my nurse didn’t like my contractions and told my doctor that I was having painful contractions, which I wasn’t. She ordered an IV for me. That is when I rebelled. I told the nurse that I have those contractions every night and they give me an extra dose of medicine and take me off the monitors and my contractions go away. I also told her that my contractions aren’t painful, which is a big deal. I begged her to take me off the monitors and let me relax a little and they will go away. She reluctantly conceded and before she even had me off the monitors, my contractions had greatly improved. I hate getting the IV more than anything because it hurts going in and for me it hurts the whole time I have it in. I also knew that once I got the IV in that I probably wouldn’t get it taken out until after the babies were born. Hospitals are funny like that. So I in the end, I think my strong mental anti-IV powers worked to stop the contractions.
Oh and I know everyone is on pins and needles about the outcome of my dreadlocks. Well, it took about 10 minutes, but I brushed through all my dreads and actually got in the shower and washed my hair. It is now nicely braided.
Well, enough typing for me, I don’t want to bring on any contractions!
I was woken up this morning by a new male student nurse. He came into my room at 7:15, all chipper and ready to learn a thing or two. Unfortunately he was not privvy to my new rules: do not wake the mothership up before 8am. I recently had all of my meds adjusted so I only get woken up at 2am instead of 12 and 6. It is important that and I stockpile sleep now you see, because I figure I may never sleep again. I was polite and kind to my very enthusiastic male nurse, and did what he asked of me, but later today he will have to learn about my new rules.
Yesterday was kind of a down day for me. I have found when you live in the hospital and you are as uncomfortable as I am, there are good days and down days. Partly I was feeling down because Ava had come to visit the day before and wasn’t very happy. She threw a tantrum in the hospital lobby with Laura until a nurse saved the day and brought her a Minnie Mouse wearing a Kimono. I am not sure what the Kimono was all about, perhaps Minnie had gotten back from a vacation in Japan, but it worked magic on Ava. She just wasn’t herself and Laura told me that she has really been missing me. The other day Chris was with Ava in the grocery store and a woman came up to Ava and said “what beautiful hair you have” and Ava replied with “my mommy’s in the hospital”. The lady wasn’t quite sure how to respond to that. Chris said, “tell her why mommy’s in the hospital” and Ava said “because she has threeeeeeeee babies in her belly”. I guess Ava and this lady had a pretty nice conversation on the topic. I am happy Ava understands what is going on and communicates it with others. I know she will be happy when I am home and so will I.
So, I guess that yesterday I just wanted to go home and be with my family and be in my own house instead of this lonely hospital room. I was later reminded about why the hospital is the place I need to be.
I have been experiencing contractions every night for the past 3 nights. Sometimes they start at around 4 and sometimes they start around 6. It is just a tightening of my belly – no pain or other symptoms associated with them. It is pretty normal for someone in my position to have contractions but we need to keep them under control and monitor the babies to make sure they aren’t under any stress. So, I went on the monitors and everything was pretty normal until my night nurse came rushing in and told me to roll on my side. I knew right away that meant that my sensitive little Baby B was having heart rate decells. I rolled on my side facing away from the monitors and all I could hear was a slow baaaa buuuuump, baaaa buuuuuump. She said, roll to your other side. Again, baaa buuuuuump. Then the nurse started to panic. She was calm, but I could tell she was panicking. She said “get on your hands and knees like a dog”. And so I did. I felt like just screaming, “get these babies out. Get them out because I can’t handle the stress anymore.” But instead I stayed calm and tried visiting my happy place which didn’t work again. Now I was on my hands and knees but we couldn’t even find a heart beat. This is when the nurse called for backup and I thought I may die of stress. We eventually found the heart beat and it turns out that Baby B likes it when I am in the dog position. The thing that scared me this time was that Baby B’s heart rate dipped for no real reason. I wasn’t having major contractions. I asked that my nurse please let my doctor know what had happened and that I want to speak to her. My nurse came back in and told me my doctor is busy and fairly unconcerned with my baby’s heart decellerations. Hmmmmm. Okay great. I thought, hopefully her heart won’t just stop beating altogether while I’m sleeping tonight. Well, my doctor ended up coming in and she said, “did that scare you?”. Ummmm, yeah that scared me! She explained to me that this happens to all babies, but because I am so closely monitored we see more things. She said my baby recovered very well and looked great for the next hour and a half that she was on the monitor and that is what is most important. I felt reassured.
Chris is coming down today at 11 for a big ultrasound I’m having. This will be a very important ultrasound because they will look for any signs of problems and they will measure and weight all the babies. Those babies better weigh at least 3 1/2 pounds with all the eating I’ve been doing.
In the meantime, I have a big project ahead of me. I forgot to comb my hair the last two days and when I woke up this morning I realized that I have something resembling dreadlocks for hair. It is quite alarming. I probably need to start brushing now and maybe by 11 my hair will be tamed.
Happy Valentine’s Day.
More later today. . .
I made it to 32 weeks, probably the biggest milestone for a triplet pregnancy. My doctors would like to see me get to 34 weeks and then after that the babies will come out if anything at all starts happening such as stronger contractions, amniotic fluid leaking, baby heart rate decells, etc.
I also am happy to report that I was moved into my own private room last night and now I have privacy, my own shower and even a DVD player in my room. Oh the luxury of it. Last night I enjoyed a nice hot shower. I sat my big old self down on the stool in the shower and just let that hot water hit my belly for about 15 minutes.
I had lots of great visitors yesterday, starting with Mike in the morning who brought me a Starbucks coffee without even knowing that I had been dreaming of one all morning. He must have felt my Starbucks vibes. Then my mom and dad brought Ava to visit and it was so nice to see them. I feel guilty that I can’t be home for Ava but she has so many wonderful people who love her around her all the time that it makes me feel better. Then my old friends Michele and Nicola came to visit and we had some great conversation while we drank our chocolate shakes they brought 🙂
The babies continue to do very well on the monitors. I am absolutely starving lately – starving as in I am still hungry after I eat a big meal. The scary kind of starving where I make sure I always have food on my tray beside me. Right now I have a huge plate of fruit and a protein shake I am working my way through. Those babies must be growing. Speaking of growing babies, I used to only feel Baby B and C up in my ribs and down the side of my belly. Now I can feel babies kicking me in my hip bones as well. They are literally taking over my body but at least I know they must be growing. Baby A continues to have hiccups all day and yesterday Baby A and C had hiccups at the same time – that was a strange feeling.
Something sad happened yesterday. I am part of a chat group on babycenter.com with women who are at different stages of pregnancy with triplets. The group is great for questions and to follow others along in this journey. There was a posting last night telling us that one of the triplet moms who was 20 weeks along had broken her water and had to deliver all three babies. As you probably know, babies don’t survive ouside the womb at 20 weeks – they have to be at least 24 weeks and even at that age they may not live. It was such a reality check for me and I felt so fortunate to have made it past that scary stage of pregnancy. I did feel very badly for all the women who are in our chat room and are around 20 weeks – that must have been very scary news for them.
On a brighter note, the nursery is completely done and it turned out really cute. Thank you Chris, Molly and Maureen for all your hard work getting that big project done. Chris is posting the pictures of the nursery at some point today.
I hope everyone enjoys the weather today. I actually can see sunlight and trees through the window of my new room which is a nice perk.
Oh, my new room number is 226 for those of you who wanted to know!
The mothership is signing off now so I can continue eating . . . until next time.