Tuesday, January 14, 2014

NICU Tour for the Rib Cracker

It's before noon on a Tuesday and already Jon and I are done with our medical appointments for the week. It's a miracle!

Hallelujah! 

Yesterday our afternoon started with a meeting with a neonatologist at St. Joseph's. She gave us the rundown of what to expect for Max's care immediately following his birth. Our cardiologist had prepared us for a few things in terms of what to expect but it was nice to get the full picture. Although we'd already seen the labor and delivery floor before, the neonatologist gave us a quick tour of the NICU so we could see where Max would start out once he's born.

On our way out of the NICU, we ran into our perinatologist who made a joke that since we have to be at the hospital so much, maybe we should just pick an open room and move in.

It'd be funnier if it weren't true.

We grabbed some lunch after our NICU tour and headed back to the hospital for my OB checkup and everything looks great except except I don't think I've ever seen the numbers go that high on a scale before. I've never really paid much attention to the number of my weight before getting pregnant and I know that I really shouldn't worry about it now, especially since all the medical personnel don't bat an eye at my weight and I'm still within the healthy guidelines according to the American Pregnancy Association. That doesn't, however, stop me from telling myself that maybe all the scales are broken.



As we expected, Max is still breech. I'm not terribly concerned either way except that it's causing him to push up pretty hard into my ribcage which can be extremely uncomfortable. It's gotten to the point where I feel like the muscles around my ribs are bruised and I'm constantly trying to stretch out in weird ways to alleviate the pressure.

Just about got it . . .

According to the RN, this is totally normal, especially for someone like me who is short waisted and there isn't really anything I can do other than give birth. I suppose I should just be thankful that none of my ribs have cracked since apparently that's a thing.

Max's WWE name: The Rib Cracker!

Today we went in again for NST testing to check Max's heart rate and lung function. During the first ultrasound to locate his heart for the test, we saw that not only is Max breech but today he has his feet up by his head. Jon tried to be optimistic that maybe he's gearing up to flip over but I think he just wanted to look at his feet and he'll put them back down later to resume kicking my bladder.

"Om nom nom!"

On the plus side, he cooperated today and we were able to get a good reading on his heart without having to go back in for a second ultrasound--yay!

Now we're done with appointments for the week which feels pretty amazing. We don't have to go back in until Tuesday AND we managed to stack our two appointments that day so we only have to make one trip down to the hospital. Since our perinatologist is right and we're pretty much going to be living in hospitals once Max is born, we have to take our victories where we can :-)

2 comments:

  1. I suggest that you take down the picture that is mine that you've copied! If not I'll report you.

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    1. No offense was intended--which one is yours?

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