The important things.
I was going to put up a big, rambly post where I could bitch about how frustrating and crap things are for me right now, and maybe I will later, but something more important came up right now.
I have a friend named Kay, who I've known since we were in Girl Guides together (Girl Scouts for any Americans... I don't know what they call them elsewhere). We went to high school together, got in car accidents together, I got drunk for the first time with her. And ever since I've known her, she's been looking forward to the day she got to become a mom.
Leading up to her pregnancy, she quit a fifteen year long smoking habit, got in shape, did all the things that all the books tell you that you should do, and finally, I got an email from her (in all caps), announcing that she was pregnant. But what she hadn't counted on while she was doing everything right was that her own biology could turn around and bite her.
Incompetent cervix. Medicine really has some demeaning and really devastating names for some areas of women's medicine, don't they? She found out at twelve weeks that her own biology was conspiring against keeping her little one inside, and she was in and out of the emergency room until 23 weeks gestation, when she was admitted and put on complete bedrest for the remainder of her pregnancy.
They didn't know if she'd make it a day, or make it a few weeks, but they knew she wasn't going to make it to months. It was a question of keeping the pregnancy going long enough that her little one would have a fighting chance, and in the meantime, hope that the pregnancy itself didn't kill her or the baby. Some choice to make, huh?
They made it to yesterday--27 weeks, 5 days--before they had to induce her, or risk losing them both. Rose weighs 2 pounds, 6 ounces, and is (of course) in the NICU. Kay's been able to see her, and she says she's a fighter. She's got a long road ahead of her, and she--and her parents--can use all the good thoughts and prayers that they can get.
Please, if you can, spare some thoughts for my friend Kay and her husband, and their 25 hour old daughter. I'll keep everyone posted on how they're doing as I get more information.
I have a friend named Kay, who I've known since we were in Girl Guides together (Girl Scouts for any Americans... I don't know what they call them elsewhere). We went to high school together, got in car accidents together, I got drunk for the first time with her. And ever since I've known her, she's been looking forward to the day she got to become a mom.
Leading up to her pregnancy, she quit a fifteen year long smoking habit, got in shape, did all the things that all the books tell you that you should do, and finally, I got an email from her (in all caps), announcing that she was pregnant. But what she hadn't counted on while she was doing everything right was that her own biology could turn around and bite her.
Incompetent cervix. Medicine really has some demeaning and really devastating names for some areas of women's medicine, don't they? She found out at twelve weeks that her own biology was conspiring against keeping her little one inside, and she was in and out of the emergency room until 23 weeks gestation, when she was admitted and put on complete bedrest for the remainder of her pregnancy.
They didn't know if she'd make it a day, or make it a few weeks, but they knew she wasn't going to make it to months. It was a question of keeping the pregnancy going long enough that her little one would have a fighting chance, and in the meantime, hope that the pregnancy itself didn't kill her or the baby. Some choice to make, huh?
They made it to yesterday--27 weeks, 5 days--before they had to induce her, or risk losing them both. Rose weighs 2 pounds, 6 ounces, and is (of course) in the NICU. Kay's been able to see her, and she says she's a fighter. She's got a long road ahead of her, and she--and her parents--can use all the good thoughts and prayers that they can get.
Please, if you can, spare some thoughts for my friend Kay and her husband, and their 25 hour old daughter. I'll keep everyone posted on how they're doing as I get more information.