the latest scare

I'm starting to wonder if it would have been better to be preggo before modern medicine is what it is today.  Of course, then I probably wouldn't be preggo.  And, I'll definitely take that back if we spend any time in the NICU. 

So, here's how this week unfolded.  Monday was another doc appointment.  This with my regular doc.  Heartbeats look good, fluid looks good, everything looks good...wait, well, looks like the umbilical cord for Baby A (girl) is tethered to the membrane (or wall of the sac, I can't remember).  Doc says, "She doesn't seem to be bothered by it, so I think it's okay.  I'll let Dr. A know since she's the specialist and see what she says."  Either doctor attitude makes all the difference or I'm actually learning a little something about not worrying.  We left that appointment and I more or less forgot about the little piece of information. 

Wednesday, hubby is now out of the country for work and I'm getting these funny feelings in my gut that take my breath away, sort of make me gasp for a second.  There's no pain, they don't happen often, so I'm relatively relaxed about it, but figure I should probably call the doc since I don't have another appointment for a couple weeks.  So, after a marathon work meeting, I give the doc a ring.  He says, "Don't worry about that, unless it gets annoying to you, it's just fine.  If it becomes more frequent, let me know.  But...I want to talk to about the umbilical cord.  I spoke with Dr. A and she wants to see you as soon as possible, like tomorrow.  She wants to check it out to see if you need to have fetal surgery.  Can you make an appointment for tomorrow?"  Uh, yeah!  Did I mention that the hubby is out of the country?  Deep breath.  Call Dr. A.  Schedule appointment for Thursday (today).  Attempt to not freak out.  Eat ice cream. 

Let me pause to say that the hubby has been fantastic in going with me to pretty much all of my appointments, but unfortunately has been tied up with work during the two big stress days (see the first here).  He might need to quit his job so these don't happen anymore...

I tried not to stress too much and remind myself that it's probably been like this for awhile and everything is moving along fine.  At least, if my belly is any indicator, those little ones are growing!  But, of course, in the back of my mind is the big scary word: surgery. 

I was Dr. A's first patient after lunch today and she carefully inspected Baby A and Baby A's umbilical cord and it looked to be moving around freely everywhere.  She bounced the kiddo around to make the cord move and it appeared to be okay.  So, she went on to check all the rest of the bones and organs while she was at it just to be sure that everything is progressing properly.  She gave me a big green light, everything looks good.  It was probably just because the cord sits really close to the membrane and that's what the doc saw.  Whew.  Yay!  I thought I would go back to work if I wasn't getting whisked away to the operating room, but as I walked out of the building discovered that although I sighed a big sigh of relief, I was wiped.  Probably better for my clients that I don't do work when I'm not full throttle, right?  :)