The passwords are “Emily”.
No one needs shielding now; the cat is out of the bag.
And my catheter is back in. How one can tinkle in a bed pan is a mystery to me. And I had to GO. They gave me numbing medicine through the IV to actually numb my bladder – not just my urethra. After I started shaking from the magnesium drip, they offered some anxiety medicine. Thank you Heavenly Father.
Well, I feel like shit. It’s true – the magnesium drip is not fun. But my blood pressure is down so that’s all that matters. I got the second steroid shot for my babies’ lungs.
I’m pretty much done with work now – arranging for maternity leave. I will be in the hospital until the babies are born. My assertive, tall, dark, handsome, and seasoned doctor’s goal is 36 weeks. Men: What would we do without them?
Really, though, he thinks he can only keep the pre-eclampsia under control until 30 weeks.
So, that’s 30 weeks GA for Rowan and 28 weeks GA for Emmanuelle.
That’s too soon but better than today, right? Come on, Emmanuelle, grow baby girl.
Please pray for my precious daughters. I want them. I have to have them.