With both my pregnancies, it started out the same way...drinking copious amounts of coffee (aka CAFFEINE!) the day I got my BFP (that means Big Fat Positive on a pregnancy test to those who don't know). I avoided coffee like the plague while trying to conceive b/c I didn't want to worry for one minute that I added a risk of miscarriage. Except for some bizarre reason, both times I got BFPs my day started with gallons of coffee. Then, the little niggling worry began to creep in...
What if I drank too much coffee and doomed my baby? Why did I feel the need to drink that much? Would any baby survive that much caffeine in one sitting?
Of course, the little worries do not stop there. I had tons of spotting with C during my first trimester so every trip to the bathroom (which of course there are millions) was preceded by a quick prayer. When I found out about the twins, I worried myself sick about the chance of Vanishing Twin Syndrome. (And the subchorionic hematomas on E's placenta never gave me much peace of mind either.) As each day passed, a new realm of worries would begin to overtake me. The days before my "big" u/s with C were plagued with concerns about finding birth defects or genetic disorders. I wasn't quite as concerned about that with E & G b/c I had gotten over that hurdle earlier in my first trimester with the Nuchal Translucency test. But I counted the days until I reached the 24 week point with them which meant that they would be viable outside the womb if I went into preterm labor. Luckily, C was a big mover so there were few scares with him throughout the 2nd and early 3rd trimesters and my big worries with the boys were the PTL episodes I had. (Nothing is more worriesome than meeting your transport nurse when you are a mere 30+ weeks pregnant and terrified that your babies were not going to be stopped from coming.)
But towards the end of the pregnancy, worries start up again. What if something happens to my baby(ies)? With C I had a strange day of little movement...I was super busy that day so I couldn't verify the exact number of times he moved, but I knew it was less than usual. I debated about addressing it with my dr b/c I like to be a "good" patient that always says/does the right thing and doesn't cause trouble. Thankfully, I did report it. C was induced the next day due to dangerously low amounts of amniotic fluid. Where the fluid went? We still don't know.
Today, I had a NST to check on the babies. It was their typical sleepy-time, but they were pretty uncooperative! Both got buzzed with the buzzers several times and G basically didn't respond to the buzzer until much later. I could tell that the nurse was worried about it...but when she went to consult with Dr. M he decided to wake up and follow the rules. I was able to go home after a short period of monitoring. Thank goodness, right? Yes, but...now I have that little worry coming back. Why didn't he respond earlier? Is it okay that his period of responsiveness was shorter than the non-responsive time? (I know he technically "passed" the NST.) Should something else be checked to make sure he is A-Ok? I do have an ultrasound scheduled for Monday at 9:30, but I think that I will call Melissa tomorrow and relay my fears so that hopefully I can have some peace of mind over the weekend. When these tiny people are still inside, we are the only ones who can speak for them.
Question of the Day: What would you do about the questionable NST ? Have you ever had one?
Good Things:
*I managed to get the carseats installed in the backseat of my tiny Vibe!
*Got a call from a friend volunteering to help with some baby things!
*C called Bea on the phone and demanded that she bring him "POPS!!!" (lollipops...his favorite candy on earth) when she comes to visit tomorrow. It was so stinking cute!!!
*Note about the title: C is an EXCELLENT, non-stop talker! However, he cannot say his "M"s, "R"s, or "F"s. J taught him to tell me to "RELAX" (hmmm...can't imagine why he would think I need to relax) so he often says to me "__LAX BA!!!"