A cheerful bouquet of flowers brought by my neighbor Julie simply to brighten my day (and they were so perfect to have for Ellery's birthday as well)...
...raisin bread "letters" for each of my children's name, and raw, homemade, sugarfree cookies, endless loaves of amazing bread from Adele, who also offered to take the girls to their swimming lessons next week (it is like my mom lives 2 doors down!!! She is incredible!)
Me: Stifling my snickers from my permanent postion on the couch, because really brent is such a trooper to cook all the meals...he even said I better coach him on how to make bread!
Grandma: Rebecca I smell some natural gas in your house.
The house was thoroughly sniff searched...later in the day...
Callista: Grandma, you know that smell? It was probably a dead rat. We have dead rats in our house, you know. They are stinky!
Admittedly, we have caught our fair share of mice in the attic this year. One was incredibly stinky. How do mice get in the attic anyways?
And one more little fun shot...
Emmett has taken to calling Callista "nanni." She introduced this name for herself out of her own volition. It immediately stuck with Emmett and he now begs to "tow" nanni for rides behind his quad.
Last Thursday I had a great doctors appointment. This Thursday things took quite a turn. I went into the hospital for my NST (non stress test), where they monitor the baby and my blood pressure for an hour or two. My BP was high and continued to rise for 90 minutes. Usually as I lie there it come down as I relax. My urine results came back over the 300 mark.
Finally my doctor paged and wanted me over at the office. My doctor was very clear, there is no more messing around with this. I am to be flat on my side all day long. We need to make it to 34 weeks. (Today I am 33 weeks, so the next week is ultra crucial.) He wanted me to see the perinatologists again the next day. He sent me home.
An Unwelcome Phone Call
An hour later he called me. "Rebecca you probably don't want to hear this. I just spoke with the perinatologist for a long time. We need to admit you at least for the night. We may have to keep you there indefinately. We can't risk your pressures elevating during the night. I will meet you over there."
And so I went. My pressures stayed elevated until I finally fell asleep around 11 pm. Then they dropped. Yesterday morning I felt confident they would say "Oh, now we see you are just nervous...thank goodness we don't have to worry!" Not the case.
A Maternal Fetal Consult
I saw a new perinatologist who I really liked. She helped me understand what was going on. Another doppler on the umbilical cord showed resistance building. Not a good sign. She helped me understand that most preeclamptic women's pressures don't stay high "constantly." It is normal for them to go down in sleeping or in relaxation. She said, I have this disease. It is a disease of my placenta, and not my body. She felt confident, based on my history of the last 3 children, with strict bed rest I will be able to make it to 37 weeks. They sent me home with directions to try to sleep all day. I only exaggerate a little.
I did get another 2 doses of the betamethazone for the baby's lungs. Apparently, if the first dose is given before 30 weeks another dose is very helpful. Callista was there when the nurse gave me shot yesterday. Brent tried to convince her the shot was for her, I think the needle would have gone in one side and out the other on that little bean!
If my blood pressure doesn't get any higher, my protein sky rocket, or the umbilical cord become too rigid....basically if I stay the same we are okay for another month. That is what I am praying for. However, even if I do have to deliver earlier, my mom, my mother in law, Brent and I all feel at peace that our litte Berkeley will be born healthy and strong.
First and foremost Berkeley Rose (yep that's her name). The miraculous gift of this wriggly, tiny girl in my tummy.
Second, clarity. Finally, I feel I am beginning to understand preeclampsia is a disease of which I clearly do suffer. It isn't just me getting nervous at the doctor.
Third, an amazing community of love and support from family, friends, neighbors and church. Including, but not limited to and in no particular order:
- Telephone calls from those who wish they were closer, expressing their love and concern and moral support
- Lists made by my dear sister in law of things to keep me occupied as I lie here
- Play dates for my children
- A husband who does the laundry, cleans the house, attempts to make meals, plays with the children and continually teases me to keep my spirits up
- A mother who lives only 2 hours away and comes once a week to clean my house, grocerry shop, and make a real meal fitting for our five fussy eaters with so many "no we don't eat that in our house" items
- Comments on my blog, many from people I have never even met expressing their love and concern and prayers
- Neighbors who call me from the grocerry store and ask if I need anything
- The little nine-year-old girl across the street who comes over everyday to play but I am afraid she does more helping than playing, she is my third daughter
- A relief society president (leader of our congregations women organization) who always seems to call right when the drama hits to check on me, and of course no one tells her, except the Spirit, who also reminds me it is okay to receive service and not just give
- A wonderful neighbor who brought us 4 hot loaves of bread yesterday...oh how that was a treat for our longing palates...we miss homemade bread!
- Rides for my children from preschool and piano
- Meals from friends who go out of their way to respect how I feed my family
The other day I was reading with the girls in the scriptures. We came to a verse which described how the people were overcome with joy. Ellery said "Mom their cups were overflowing weren't they?"
My cup overfloweth.
There are so many things I treasure about Spring and Summer. But one thing, is always hard...
We found the poem Bed in Summer in our new book A Child's Garden of Verses, composed by Robert Louis Stevenson, and enchantingly illustrated by Tasha Tudor. I have decided this is a must have for every mother's library.
What child in the world can't relate to these charming verses? This poem gave us a wonderful opportunity to talk about what makes something good literature. We discussed the timeless, universal nature of this poem, and the how the precise, figurative language gives the poem life and interest (ie. dress by "yellow candle-light," instead of "in the dark").