So, being pregnant with twins is kind of sucky. I am way, way uncomfortable, and everyone treats me like an invalid. Then when I say, "hey, I'm not sick" they get all upset that I am putting my babies' health at risk. What the heck? I'm not a moron, and I'm really not going to put their health at risk, so back off. My doctor told me that he wants me to go on "modified bedrest" -- 3 periods of 2 hours a day where I lay down. When I asked him why, he said that is what they do at 24 weeks with twin pregnancies. Um, that's 6 hours a day, that I can't just waste "laying around" only because I am pregnant with twins. Give me a break. I asked him if there was any indication of a need for that, that I was missing, and he said no. So, I told him straight up that I was not going to be able to do that - because of both my life's requirements and my sanity. He actually laughed and said "take it easy, and use your common sense." That seems a lot more reasonable to me.
Brett is more worried than I am, so I have agreed to a 2 hour "rest period' every afternoon. That eases his mind.
The babies are techincally viable next Sunday, (at 24 weeks), but until 26 weeks, they only have a 20% chance of survival - with an 80% chance of mental retardation and/or physical handicap if they do survive. So, even though it doesn't appear that we will need to make this decision - Brett and I have decided (with the Lord's blessing) that we would not attempt to keep the babies alive, unless they were born after 26 weeks, where their chances actually flip-flop - 80% chance of survival with 20% of handicap. At 32 weeks, their chances are 90% survival and 2% handicap and then at 34 weeks they are considered term.
SNEAKED! The friggin' word is SNEAKED! Maybe they need to just make "snuck" a word, and save a lot of people a lot of trouble.
Zacher says "Holly. Mommy. Daddy. To Holly. Daddy. Three Holly. The sky. A light. Mommy." 
0 comments:
Post a Comment