Admitted to Hospital

On Tuesday, I went in for a routine growth scan. The boys are measuring fatty bum bums at 2 lbs 10 and 2 lbs 15. No wonder they feel so heavy. I then had another scan to check my placenta previa, which is basically where the placenta is blocking the exit. The good news was that it had moved up (as it's attached to your uterus, meaning it grows and moves upwards), the bad news is that my cervix was shortening considerably.

They sent me straight up to Labour and Delivery to check that I wasn't going into preterm labour, hooking me up to a machine that measures whether I was having any contractions. Unfortunately, it seems I was having painless contractions every 3-7 minutes to my utter shock.

Rather than heading home after a quick 20-minute routine scan to have my lunch, I was admitted to hospital for two nights. The first 24 hours I was on constant monitoring, which the babies hated. They kept wriggling about and kicking off the monitors, as they didn't like being squashed. Baby B in particularly wasn't have any of it and the nurses had to get out the sonogram quite a few times to see where he'd squirmed off to.

The hospital also managed to screw up my meals giving me normal rather than gestational diabetes ones. Nothing is more annoying than getting a sugar spike after eating crappy hospital food. I could have saved those spikes for something delicious like ramen. Mmmmmmmmmmm

So from the tone of this post, it's obvious that all is fine for now. I was released on Thursday night and have been taking it easy. I just want the babies to stay in for as long as possible, so I'm taking myself out of action for the next week at last. After my appointment on Monday, I'll have a better idea of how I'm doing and how great my threat of going into labour is.

It feels weird that whilst the specialist had been warning us about problems with the boys, it has turned out that the problems have been to do with my body. First the previa, then the diabetes and now the silent contractions and the shortening cervix. I feel like my body is failing my boys. Motherhood and twin pregnancies are no joke.