Weight a Minute!

You’d think laying on your tush all day would be an easy way to gain weight.  That’s what I always assumed.  Since being in the hospital on bed rest my highest weight has been 139 pounds (my pre-pregnancy weight was 122 pounds). That was a couple of days after I arrive here. I’ve watched my weight decrease to 137 then 136 then 134.  Now, although the 134 was a day after I was strictly on ice chips for 24 hours, my weight is still moving in the wrong direction.  I think this is for two reasons.

Reason 1: I am generally very active and usually burn a lot of calories in the day to help increase my appetite and the amount of food I eat.  When you live on bed rest island, none of that activity happens. I wake up in the morning and order breakfast.  I am in one position (minus turning from the right side to the left side).  Several hours pass.  I still feel full because I’ve done nothing to burn off the breakfast calories.  However, I know it’s lunchtime and I need to order food.  So I do.  When lunch arrives, I only eat half of it because I’m full.  Several hours pass again and the same thing happens for dinner.  I try to eat but I’m not hungry. The food on the menu isn’t bad and I get the select the items off the menu that I want – I’m just not hungry.

Reason 2: I am in bed all day, and get two wheel chair rides twice a day. All of that equals loss of muscle mass.  My muscles probably forgot that they even exist because they’ve been neglected for almost three weeks. All of gymnastics, cheerleading and track lessons in my youth to help my muscle development have been thrown by the wayside.  Perky booty be gone.

While in regular life losing weight would be opening welcome, it’s not suggested for Baby Turner’s healthy growth.  Baby Turner needs to be big and strong, especially since he’s a boy so we have to eat, eat, eat to grow, grow, grow.

Dr. Weeks’ suggestion was to add two Ensure’s to my daily intake. My first response – “That’s what my grandmother used to drink!”  Whenever Grandma Lottie would come visit from GA, we’d stock up the refrigerator with Ensure so she had something to drink. I was now going to be a part of Team Oldie in order to get Team Healthy.

I’m still not gaining consistent weight.  I’ll go up for two days and then back down a pound the next.  In addition to the Ensure, I’ve also been granted two 10 minute walks on my floor.  I asked the doctor if I could walk downstairs to the cafeteria and he gave me that “don’t push your luck” look.

Every day, every pound is a success – so we’ll carry on!!

Not a Good Day

The doctors at University Hospital do weekly rotations.  Sunday was the end of one doctor’s rotation (Milton and I really liked him).  Milton and I talked with him in depth about what his plan for the next two weeks would be if he were here.  It was a great conversation and I understood his course of action. Today started a different doctor.  I hadn’t met him yet because he had been off work with a broken arm.  He came in with the cast still on but I liked him based off our first conversation.

His plan was similar to the previous doctor but a little in reverse.  Previous doctor wanted to do the betamethasone shot earlier in the week and the fetal fibronectin test later.  This doctor wanted to do the opposite.  Short education level:

Betamethasone – this is a shot given in your booty, once or two over a 24 hour period.  It’s purpose is to help with lung development in case the baby is delivered early. However, it only stays in your body for up to two weeks.

Fetal Fibronectin – this is a test that can be done on women who are 24-34 weeks pregnant.  They pretty much scrape inside of your va-jay-jay.  It shows if a certain fluid is present (which shouldn’t be present toward the end of your pregnantcy) exists. If the results are negative, then there is a 99% chance that you will NOT deliver in the next two weeks.  However, if the results are positive, there is a 33% chance that you might deliver in the next several weeks.

Current doctor wanted to do the fetal fibronectin test first because if the results were negative then there’s no reason to give me the beta shot.  I was excited at the possibilities because if my results came up negative, they were considering letting me go home early since the probability of me delivery before 32 weeks was 1% likely.

I said my prayer “Come on 99%!” This was not the time to be a part of the unique group.  One of the residents that I see daily came in around 11:00am to do the test. I thought positive thoughts.  It took very little time and the results would have one taken 1-2 hours.  I ate lunch (my left over Cracker Barrel Milton bought us the night before) and was watching tv. The resident came back in and said the results were positive.  THAT SUCKS!!!  No early hospital dismissal for me.  Baby Turner may still come out sooner than later.

I was very disappointed.  More disappointed from this than anything I’ve experienced since I was first told I’d be entering the hospital. I was sad.  My normal smile was non-existent.  While sitting there sulking, and after calling and telling Milton the unpleasant news, a nurse came in an worsened my mood even more. Labor and delivery was filling up so they needed to move me AGAIN back over to Post Partum (their over flow).  I was NOT a happy.  This move would have been my 5th room in less than three weeks.  Milton was not there to help me so I’d have to pack/move everything solo.  I instantly shut down and didn’t want to be bothered by really anyone. I had flashbacks of the closet they call a room in room 321. I started packing my things and then just laid there. I turned off the lights and tried to devise a plan where I could maybe go back to Baptist East for these last two weeks if it meant I would be in ONE decent room.

An assistant nurse of some sort brought in a cart and was going to walk away before asking if I needed any help putting my thing on it. Umm yeah… I have a month’s worth of both my and my husbands items, I’m on bed rest, can only walk 20 minutes a day, can not to do exercise or activities that involved using ab muscles – and you ask if I need help?

Almost an hour passes before the nurse comes back, and I wasn’t about to look for me.  She, Charley, was actually very helpful.  She could tell that I was bothered by this move and the constant transitions and wanted to see if there was something they could do.  Luckily someone gave birth which freed up another room.  By the end of the night, six women gave birth which freed up several rooms. If she hadn’t have been my cheerleader, I would have been stuck in the crammed up room while many free rooms were still available here.

I stayed in a funk the rest of the day and laid low as much as possible.  I thought about whether I would ever be able to put on my  maternity clothes again before giving birth. Milton brought some great dessert from the Homemade Pie and Ice Cream Kitchen and Baby Turner kept moving around to remind me that it’s all about him. I love him already and just want him to be okay and healthy.”