Well first and foremost...the news is great!!! I wanna get that out of the way and not make you sweat it till the end of the post.
I am SO THANKFUL for all of you and your well-wishes! I can't even formulate into words how helpful your advice and prayers (and emails and texts and offers of phone calls) have been to me. I just kept repeating to Daryl all night and morning, that I couldn't believe how genuinely sweet and caring that people can be !
So thank you, thank you, THANK YOU from the bottom of my (full and humbled) heart!
Last night was rough---I was so emotional and Daryl, sensing that, came right into bed with me to cuddle when I went in. I cried on and off with him and voiced my fears, for the umpteenth time, about losing this baby. I have never seen my husband so upset before and it really was a shock to me...so I felt like we took turns comforting each other and I'm so thankful and happy that we can be such a support and sounding board for each other during a difficult time.
My mom came over in the morning and got our spare key so that, if things went badly at the hospital and I ended up having to stay and have any procedure done, she could come to the house to let the dogs out and feed them dinner. Daryl brought Timber back to Fidelco and told them he needed them to keep them in their kennel for possibly a couple of days. I know it broke his heart. I was wide awake, yet exhausted, because I only slept literally two hours last night. I remember trying to watch tv yet feeling too distracted, getting up and going on the computer to kill time, peeing numerous times, feeling Hunter doing his nightly happy dance in my belly, feeling the dull ache in my low stomach (that had continued from yesterday afternoon), eating a snack (becuz I didn't end up eating dinner last night due to the stress belly ache I had), and rolling over in bed so many times to find Daryl staring at me or kissing me on the cheek prompting me to start crying again.
This was our night.
The appointment for my level 2 ultrasound today at UCONN was at one o'clock. I had a horrible stress stomach ache the whole ride there. Daryl just held my hand and reassured me that everything would be all right.
I should always listen my husband. :-)
The x-ray tech was a total DOLL of a woman who reassured us from the get-go! We watched breathlessly as she measured each bone in Hunter's arms/legs, his organs, and most importantly of all...his amniotic fluid. She also showed us the image of my cervix and said it looked "great" to her. She stressed that she is not a doctor, but everything was looking so good. I've never heard so many sighs of relief come out of Daryl, EVER. I looked at him a couple of times, his red-rimmed eyes, his tired face, and my heart squeezed--almost painfully--with love for this man.
The amniotic fluid measurements were in the fifty percent range which she said was "average". She did say that sometimes boys have a little bit more amniotic fluid, but that it was nothing to worry about. The Maternal/Fetal medicine doctor came in and went over everything the tech had gone through, just confirming. She repeated that my cervix looked fine to her. At this, Daryl got a little angry, and asked why the other doctor scared the crap out of us with his suspicions. The doctor explained that this was the reason we came to see them...that when a doctor has any doubts and concerns, they send their patients to see the specialist for confirmation. So despite the stress we were under all night and morning, I have to admit that I was THANKFUL the doctor from my office (it wasn't actually MY doctor but one of the few in the practice) DID feel the need to be "safe rather than sorry". I appreciate that! She also said that I did indeed have a low-lying placenta but that it was quite normal and as I get further along, it should move into a better position. Daryl asked her about my horrible, debilitating stomach pains yesterday and she said while she couldn't be certain, she suspected they were Braxton Hicks contractions. I don't know, but, I always thought the BH would come and go...and this pain had lasted for like an hour straight. So, who knows.
Hunter looked beautiful on the screen, measuring just as he should and falling into all the correct percentiles. We got a few pictures of him as well, that brought smiles to both of our faces.
So here is the famous "money shot" for all of you! I giggled and told Daryl he needs to MAKE SURE to teach his son to keep his pants on, cuz this kid definitely likes to flash his junk!
And now, the most recent ultrasound picture that I've fallen in love with...our adorable son's profile shot...he is so sweet!
Anyway, as soon as the appointment was over we excitedly made the most important calls to baby Hunter's nervous Grandma and Nana...both of whom were elated. Then I told Daryl that I was absolutely ravenous and that we NEEDED to go get some lunch. Comfort food to be exact. Then we picked up Timber from the Fidelco kennel (where he happily peed on my sneakered feet in greeting) and headed straight home. I passed out on the couch for an hour nap and now I'm so ready for bedtime. I am looking forward to sleeping tonight...really sleeping.
So again, sorry for the long and rambling post, but thank you all for your prayers, thoughts and well-wishes! Daryl, Hunter and I appreciate it and love you all!