Mostly I feel okay. Helen can move, and does. We do an extended 30 minute heart rate monitoring 4-6 times per day with the long sheet slip of paper that comes out of the snazzy machine. When they take my vitals at other intervals, my nurses will also pop the doppler on her "just to take a listen." I'm being monitored for infection and taking two different preventative antibiotics as a precaution. I obsessively check the color of the fluid that keeps leaking out (clear is best, pinkish is normal, anything else is probably a cause for concern. So far we've only had the first two, and for that I am grateful.) and I have never ever ever consumed so much water in my life. But I think it helps, or it makes me feel like it helps. so I'll happily do it. Also if it means avoiding an IV in my arm? Yes please.
We have sort of a better idea of a Plan, or as best a plan as you can have at a time like this. Basically she is safer on the inside at this age (counting her as 32w3d today, which is one or two days younger than some other dates I've had, but I'd rather err on the side of caution then go jumping the gun thinking she's "old enough" or "ready" to be born when really we would do better to wait) despite the risk of infection or cord prolapse or placental abruption due to the ruptured sac. If the latter two were going to happen, they would likely have happened on the first day when the water broke anyway, which they didn't, so....good?
Statistically, and I'm quickly growing sick of statistics let's be honest, once she reaches 34 weeks gestation, the risks posed by infection due to the prolonged rupture start to outweigh the risks of a premature birth, especially in a hospital with a level 3 NICU, which ours has. That means that unless there is a clear reason to deliver prior to 34 weeks, I will be waiting and hoping and praying. And then on either Holy Thursday or Good Friday or Holy Saturday or EASTER or Easter Monday or....(you get where I'm going with this. The timing is all very timing-ish) we will induce labor if she has miraculously gotten into a safe delivery position, or I will have my very first, gulp, c-section.
Alright, I think that's long enough for now. If I blog more often, the updates won't have to be so long, right? I should do that, I should do that. For now, enjoy this unrelated photo that I found on my phone since, you know, I'm stuck in a hospital room and probably you can only deal with so many pictures of mint green furniture and plastic accouterments.
p.s. If you want to follow along with kind of the day to day of all this, Instagram is the best. It's my favorite. And even if you don't have an IG account or a smartphone, you can at least see the posts on that there web link I just linky linked right there with the line under it ^^^, if'n you're into that sort of thing.
p.p.s. Next time I will try to say more funny things, I promise!