A Non-Eventful Two Weeks

After being discharged from hospital, all I did for two weeks (apart from feeling elated that I was home in my own bed) was to lie or recline on the sofa. We have saved a ton of money, I reckon and the Boy has been boning up on his cooking skills - under vocal supervision from yours truly.

Four days of doing nowt, I went back to the doctor's and happily, the resting had improved the situation. I was instructed to do more of the same. The bad news was that I tested positive for the fetal fibronectin test, which tests for the presence of a protein, which indicates that you might pop in the next two weeks. Yup, I tested positive. To be fair, it's a better indicator that you're not going to go into labour (98% accuracy) whilst the chance of a false positive is high (20-40% chance it's right). So far I'm on day 13, so I'm hoping it's wrong!

This past week I had my second scare. Both the boys are transverse/breech, i.e. lying diagonally across my belly and Baby A hasn't 'engaged' yet, i.e. plugged the exit with his head or butt. So when I had my ultrasound, the umbilical cord was lying uncomfortably low for Dr K's liking.

'This really doesn't look good.' She says. 'Because you're at risk of preterm labour, there's a danger of the cord coming out first if you dilate. That'd mean calling an ambulance, not moving, and having an emergency C-section. Come back in tomorrow, and if it's dropped any lower, we're going to admit you to hospital until to give birth.'

The Boy was amazed by how well I'd taken it, as I was kind of laughing when I told him. It all does seem comical now, the number of issues I've had. The main thing for me is that I'm past 30 weeks. There was something psychological about that. The next milestone for me is 32 weeks when most babies have an excellent chance of survival and without long-term issues. Just five more days.