I had doctor appointments yesterday. 4 hours worth of appointments. Ah, high risk pregnancy can be such a pain! But, we walked away with some good news, so I can't complain that much. The afternoon started with my HRP doctor and a routine ultrasound. When I have these ultrasounds, first a tech does an overview ultrasound and then the doctor comes in and scans any points of concern and double checks the tech work. During the tech scan the baby was measuring small. Really small, actually. Like weeks behind schedule. She seemed to be pretty concerned and I was immediately worried. The doctor came in and started discussing bed rest options as he was taking a look at the baby. Then he started saying, "Hmm" and "huh" and "interesting". He continued to explain to me that his measurements of the baby were not near as small as the techs. Then, the really good news came. His bowel is clearing up. In fact, he wasn't even worried about it. He took a look at it and said it wasn't an issue any more. There are still parts that show some echogenisis, but overall a major improvement.
So long story short. The bowel, which has been a major concern, is clearing up nicely. Our focus has shifted to the size of baby. Sometimes echogenic bowels can make it hard for the baby to absorb the nutrients it needs, so I am hoping as it clears up he grows stronger and bigger. Since he is only in the 9th percentile, my doctor is still recommending 2 hours of left side bed rest a day. Not sure how I am going to work that in, but I have too. He needs it. He also wants me to start fetal monitoring in 2 weeks.
Then, my regular doctor. He just does the boring stuff. He tells me how much weight I've gained: 22 lbs. (YIKES!) and my measurements are fine. He listens to baby and suggests self fetal monitoring (counting kicks) for the next four weeks and to go in for actual monitoring in 4 weeks.
That's where I a bit of frustration comes in. I feel like my doctors are not communicating well with each other or with me. I felt extremely rushed during the second doctor visit yesterday and walked away feeling more frustrated than relieved. I am getting two different opinions and suggestions and it bothers me. I don't feel like we are a team or on the same page. Both offices are so far away from my home and I waste loads of time and resources getting to all the appointments. I feel very strongly about switching doctors. I know I only have 12 weeks left, but in my heart I know I need someone I can trust a little bit more and feel more confident in my relationship with. Maybe I was just too spoiled with my doctor in Idaho. Either way, there are a few offices in town that deal normal/high risk pregnancies. Since I am high risk for some minor issues, I am trying to find a doctor at one of these offices that will work better for me. It would be a dream to have one doctor, one office, one game plan.
So anyway, that is where we are. It hit me today as I was watching my boys that I might actually have a healthy baby. I was consumed with gratitude. I haven't considered a healthy baby in the last 8 weeks. Emotion overtook my body and I just cried thanks to my Heavenly Father. I have had so much support from family fasts, prayers and the peace of the spirit. I couldn't be more thankful. This has been one of the biggest learning experiences I have ever had in my life. We're not in the clear yet, and won't be until he is born, but I have more peace and hope than I have had in a long time. That is the greatest blessing I could ask for.
And, because a blog without pictures is boring.
Dad had the early shift today, so we celebrated and got some delicious frozen custard. A favorite treat.
Enjoy some blurry phone photos.
Good week to everyone!














