Tumultous Weekend, IC, and a Cerclage

Disclaimer:  This post is for me to document the goings on of this pregnancy.  Not asking for sympathy, just want to document my thoughts.




Friday, the 10th, was a regular day for me.  We had our 20 week ultrasound scheduled even though I was slowly approaching 22 weeks.  Our sweet baby boy was moving and grooving during the ultrasound, and LJ and I felt good about it.  We were escorted to the waiting room, and as we laughed and talked about our super active baby boy, we got the dreaded announcement..."Could you please come back to the exam room?".  Upon returning to the room, the ultrasound technician introduced us to the radiologist who told us to go straight to labor and delivery because my cervix was shortened and I could be leaking fluid. 

This news was absolutely devastating to hear, considering, we were having such a smooth pregnancy or so we thought.  As LJ drove like a bat out of hell to the hospital, I prayed and cried and I prayed and cried.  I managed between tears to call my mom, my sister, and my best friend.  Those women were absolute angels to me.  Their calming voices helped me to calm down as we reached the parking lot of the hospital.

After registering, we went to the third floor (labor and delivery) to a room with no bed.  The nurse was very kind and quickly found a bed for us.  The doctor came in and said that we would another extensive ultrasound and a cervix exam.  The ultrasound tech was a sweet (NOT) lady, and the doctor had the greatest bedside manner (NOT AT ALL). After completing all the exams he basically told us we would lose our son. There was no hope.  He discussed a cerclage and recommended that I have one.  After breaking down completely, LJ looked at me and said what do you want to do?  We both agreed that we would take the risk of having a cerclage performed to save our sweet precious baby boy.

I was willed to the OR and had a spinal.  After receiving that, the doctor performed the cerclage.  After completing the procedure, his demeanor completed change.  He said that there was no leakage, no rupture, and that I was dilated more than he thought, but he stitched as much as he could.  He went on to say that everything looked better than he expected.  I was admitted over night, and things went well over night.  I had no contractions, and hadn't had any during this whole process, which is also a very good sign.The doctor said that the next two weeks were critical as at 24 weeks the baby is more viable.  But I know in my heart of hearts that this baby is coming until he is full term.  He likes his current home too much as I feel him jiggle and move at this very moment. 


We were discharged Saturday morning and before we left, LJ asked the doctor to give it to him straight. His response was this "everything I was concerned about is not present, we will still need to take it day by day, but everything does look good."  Shocking to hear something so positive from a man that just completely wrecked my whole world just a few hours ago. 

As I type this, I am on a week of limited activity.  I cannot go to work, drive, workout, or climb stairs.  I am allowed to shower, get up for meals, and do some minimal walking. 


Through all this, my parents, my sister, my best friend, my co-worker Mary, my in-laws, sister-in-law, pastor, and especially my husband were absolute GODSEND.  This people showed me so much love, I'm overwhelmed.  I know in my heart and in my spirit, that our sweet baby boy will be delivered full term, happy, and healthy.  There is no other choice for me at this point.  We have come to far for us to lose this sweet baby now.  He has already brought so much joy and love to our lives that his physical presence will do nothing but enhance that.  From the various research reported to me and what I've done on my own, I'm in a very lucky spot.  I have experienced no contractions, no pain, no severe bleeding, and sweet lil man is still moving and grooving. I pray at least three times a day that God will deliver a happy healthy and full term baby in June of this year.  And I claim it in the name of Jesus that he will. 


The man that I married has been so strong, and I literally have fallen in love with him more than I thought was humanly possible.  My thoughts on becoming a parent have changed completely, and there is no rush on this baby arriving before June.  I have a check up on Wednesday at 11:30, and I know I will have only positive things to report.