Monday, March 29, 2010
We had another check up today. I was amazed to see how much they had changed in less than a week. We could clearly see all 3 babies and they're each measuring slightly different, but on schedule. We learned that our identicals are in 2 separate gestational sacs which was very good news. Last week they appeared to be bunking together. The doc also is "pretty sure" they each have they're own placenta. Individual sacs and placentas is the best we could hope for. Looks like these 3 are planning on sticking around. :)
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
So, this morning we had our "bleeding check up". Our nurse came in and began the wanding. I could tell immediately that it was better. The picture was nice and black when the first sac popped up. The next few minutes went a little like this:
Susan: -found the heartbeat & started scanning over to find Baby B. Then there was a white blip. She stiffened and slowly looked at me. "Did you see that?"
Me: "What the fuck was that, Susan??"
Susan: -scanned back. Blip Blip. Then over again Blip Blip, blackness, Blip.- "How did we miss this?? I'm not crazy, right? You see it, too?"
Me: -starting to go numb all over, looked at Trina- "Baby, you're having triplets!"
Trina: -covers her face- "But I don't want triplets!!" -starts laughing-
Me: -paces, sits, paces, looks over Susan's shoulder at the screen, paces...repeats-
Susan: "This just can't be, let me take some measurements..." -mumbles to self the whole time-
Baby A: 7wks1day 132bpm
Baby B: "Sneaky Pete": 7wks 141bpm
Baby C: (Usurped by "new" Baby B): 7wks 134 bpm.
Then we started looking through all of the u/s pics stored in their computer and zooming in to see where we went wrong. Sure enough, in a few, there was a shadow in the back where baby B was peeking out from behind Baby A.
And that, folks, is how we found out we were having triplets. Feel free to send hand-me-downs of any sort and cash donations are always appreciated. :)
Monday, March 22, 2010
Yesterday Trina went back to work after taking 4 days off due to severe nausea. She'd only been at work for about 2 hrs when she felt a wet gush. She was bleeding again. The doctor on call told her to go home, lay down, take an additional progesterone injection, put on an additional estrogen patch & see our doc this morning. By the time she got home, she was bleeding heavier and passed a large clot. I left work immediately. She was sure she had lost at least one of the babies and was sobbing. I got her calmed down and did a little internet research. I found many moms of multiples who had heavy bleeding with clots that had perfectly healthy babies. I told her this to help bolster her courage. I tossed and turned all night. Scared of what today's ultrasound would show. The nurse found the first baby right off and pointed out the heartbeat. Then it took an agonizing 15 or 20 seconds to find the second sac and then more time maneuvering to find the heartbeat. They're measuring 6wks6days and 7wks and have heart rates of 123 and 132. I'm not sure which numbers belong to which baby, I was too relieved to even ask and our u/s pics aren't labeled. Both babies have been side by side and easily seen until today. I felt cold dread when only one popped into view. The nurse said it was because Trina has blood in her uterus putting pressure on the babies and blurring the scan. Trina is back on bed rest for a week and we go in for a check up on Wed. Hopefully the bleed will have resolved itself by then. I'm thinking it may have been caused by her violent heaving the last few days.
Trina is still sick as a dog. She got to the point of vomiting even water, so she started Z0fran. It did nothing. Then she switched to Ph.en.ergan. It's taking the edge off, but she's sleeping 20hrs a day. Before it's even time for her next dose, the nausea takes hold of her and wakes her up. Even with the drugs anytime she's upright, even sitting she has waves of nausea. I feel so bad for her. At least she's not dry heaving or vomiting every few minutes now. I've been trying to wake her up and get her to eat a few bites or take a drink every hour or 2. So far cantaloupe balls, applesauce, real fruit popsicles and water are about the only things she can tolerate. I'm beginning to think she's going to end up in the hospital with an IV. These babies are really doing a number on her. :(
Thursday, March 18, 2010
-"*wretch* I can't stop! *wrech* See?? *wretch*"
-"This pregnancy thing is for the birds!"
-"It's not fair to puke while you're brushing your teeth because you have to start over! "
-"Do you think I would wreck the car if I'm too busy puking to drive?"
-*coming out of an impromptu shower with the most pitiful look on her face* "Vomit splashed back on me"
-"This nausea is ridiculously constant, can't I even just feel better for a minute??"
-"Pause the movie, I have to pee...and maybe vomit"
My poor wife is SO sick. She was barely vertical all day and already called in for tomorrow. I can't imagine how she's going to survive another 6 weeks of this. I wish there was something I could do for her but nothing seems to work. We've tried, saltines, S.ea Ban.ds, ginger ale, crystalized ginger, popsicles, eating every 2 hours, eating bland things, eating sour things, eating dairy, eating during the night, eating before even sitting up in the morning, nothing makes a difference. She was so pitiful and sad today she cried as she wretched into her constant companion, the "puke bucket" for about the bazillionth time. OK blogland, any suggestions? And don't say "meditate because it's all a state of mind" or "if you had a better attitude it wouldn't be so bad". I won't repeat the response those little bits of wisdom got from my miserable, green gilled wife.
Monday, March 15, 2010
Today we got to see the babies' heartbeats. It was so amazing! It took 2 years, a miscarriage, 7 unmedicated ICI's, 3 Cl0mid IUI's, 2 injectable IUI's and IVF, but we finally got to see that fluttering miracle on screen. And we got to see it twice! Baby A is our overachiever measuring 6wks1day. Baby B is our slacker measuring 5wks6days. On the flip side, Baby B's heartbeat was much more visible. :)
Trina is officially miserable nearly 24hrs a day. She skipped morning sickness and went right to "round the clock sickness". Her appetite is a fickle thing. She has to eat small amounts every 2 or 3 hours to keep from getting sick, but if she eats one bite too many, it's all over. She keeps peanuts and saltines on her bedside table and frequently has to snack in the middle of the night to keep from starving to death before morning. As for cravings, I'd have to say that pickles still top the list but nearly everyday she "needs" one thing or another. Food aversions are making themselves known as well. She's thrown up her PB&J 2 days in a row now and I've been instructed not to even mention that particular sandwich in front of her ever again. Extreme fatigue is her other major pregnancy symptom. She's exhausted all the time and is having a real problem getting through her work days. It's not uncommon for her to get off work, take a nap on the couch, wake up for dinner then go to bed. Poor thing. Growing twins is hard work!
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Sunday night I sat down at the beta-doubling calculator and started plugging in numbers. I'm always at work when I get the beta results and I hate having to wait to get home to see what our speed is. I catch myself wondering all day if it was faster or slower, or how much faster, what speed would be a good goal, is that too high an expectation...etc. To avoid these pointless mental olympics, I did the math the night before. :) I figured out what our number would be if we were at a 72 hour doubling time (the highest "normal range" speed), a 59 hour (where we were at) and 48 hour (the goal). That way I had some guidelines in place to prepare for the news I would be given. 1300=bad, 1500=good, 1900=great. Yesterday our beta was 1625. That means our little one is still getting faster. We're now down to a 54 hour doubling time. On top of that, Trina went for her first 24hr period with no spotting. All around it was a pretty good day. :)
Friday, March 5, 2010
Today our beta was 653. That brings our doubling time to around 59hrs. It's not perfect, but it is speeding up. Apparently giving black and white answers just isn't going to be this baby's style. I guess a "slow but steady" approach will just have to do. Our next beta is on Monday. Maybe we'll be in the low 50's by then. One can only hope...
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Apparently solid reassurance is hard to come by. Today's beta was only 366. That leaves us with a doubling time of around 65hrs instead of the 48hrs you like to see. I was really hoping today's results would ease some of the emotional stress caused by the continued spotting. Our next beta is Friday. What are the odds it will bring irrefutable proof that everything is just peachy?
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Trina continued to lightly cramp and spot Friday and Saturday. Sunday as I was finishing my work day, I got a call from Trina. She was crying. She had started bleeding and her cramps were getting worse. She'd called the "on call" nurse who had told her to lay down, drink water and call back if it didn't stop or it got worse. I rushed home with a feeling of dread in my gut. I asked if she'd POAS. She said she hadn't and didn't see the point since she knew she was losing it. We decided she'd POAS first thing in the morning. If it was positive we'd call the Dr office to see what we should do. We held each other and cried. Our faith in this cycle was completely gone. I tossed and turned all night. Questions filled my head and made sleep impossible. How could this have not worked? What are we going to do? How long until we can do an FET? How will we afford it? What if that doesn't work?
At 4am Trina woke me up and told me I was going to be a mom. She'd taken 2 tests and they were both positive. I asked her if she was still bleeding. She was, but not as much. I wasn't ready to revive my hope, but she seemed so happy so I kept my fears and negative thoughts to myself. We called the doctor's office as soon as they opened and explained the situation. The nurse said since the test was positive we could come in for a beta but not to get our hopes up. The number could be very low or dropping and still read positive on a HPT. We got ready and went straight in. When we got there, our nurse seemed to have completely switched gears. She was saying the bleeding was likely caused by a combination of implantation and Trina being on her feet for 5 hrs at work. She drew the blood, told Trina to stay on bed rest for the day and gave her a note calling for light duty when she returned to work. We would get a call around 3 with the results.
I hated leaving for work with everything so up in the air. We wouldn't be together when the results came in. What if they were bad and Trina was all alone? Would I be able to finish my shift or have a complete breakdown? All day I mentally prepared and bargained with myself. How low could the number be and still leave me with a sliver of hope? 100 would be nice. That's a nice strong singleton number for 9dp5dt. what about 60? Would 60 freak me out? How low a number shows up on the brand of HPT we used? The test line was only about half as dark as the control line so the number probably isn't very high. I could expect at least a 50 right??
At 3:38 I sent a text to Trina asking if there was any word. I knew if there had been, she would have called me immediately, but I was getting impatient. I was checking my cell constantly. A few minutes later I mindlessly answered the work phone and was greeted with "Congratulations it's 221!" My brain froze up. "What??" "221! Our beta is 221! We're having a baby!" I went into shock. I felt like crying or throwing up or both. I was SO not expecting that. Concentrating on work was hard after that call, but I made it through. We have our 2nd beta on Wed and our 3rd on Friday. I still haven't fully accepted that this might actually end well for us. I wish she'd stop bleeding. If tomorrow's beta doubles maybe I'll have some peace of mind. More than likely, I'll just start worrying about the next thing...