Monday, April 8, 2013

25 Weeks

So we're 25 weeks 2 days along now. Lil miss is still a kickin, her heart is still beating. Had an appointment today. I wish I had something more to say. Something that would maybe make sense of all of this.
The appt started out with her measurements, her head is now measuring over 4 weeks behind. Her leg bones are measuring over 6 weeks behind. What little blood flow that is getting to her is going straight to her head. The blood flow through the umbilical cord is considered 'absent blood flow' just meaning while blood is still flowing, it kinda stops and goes and isn't a continuous fluid cycle like it should be.
There is a pic from today, Eliza was opening and shutting her mouth, making bubbles maybe. Her little tiny legs are curled up to her body. All in all, she is squished inside there, what with there still being a low level of fluid around her. But still, her heart is beating and she is still moving, she put her hand up by her head, and wiggled around, making the most of the situation I suppose. 

So after the ultrasound, I wait to get seen by the Doctor. She comes in, asks how I feel and if I have any questions that she can help with. I find myself asking the same questions over and over, maybe hoping somehow there will be an answer to all of this, which there is not. The tests that have been run haven't given us any answers. There is nothing they can do, so they say "I'm so sorry that we don't have more to tell you, she is no where near being viable due to her estimated size of a mere 8 oz, we don't know why this is happening, come back in a week." 

I'm like a celebrity there, which is NOT something you want to be. You know how when you call somewhere to make an appt, you have to spell your last name, explain what your calling for, etc. I can just call and say "I'm Kessia Dahlke, and I need to make an appt, or I need to talk to a Nurse, or I need to leave a message for the Doctor" no one has to ask how to spell my name, or what my birthdate is. They just say "ok." 

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