My marathon appointment (3 hours plus!) yesterday went very well. My sweet little boys are growing so well and are actually bigger than most singletons at this stage- great news for babies who will definitely be born before 40 weeks. The average 20 weeker is about 10 ounces; A and B were both exactly 13 ounces and C was 12 ounces. Almost three pounds of baby inside of me! It is reassuring to see the twins the same size and their fluid even (no signs of TTTS there) and know they are growing well.
My cervix was a nice 3.7 cm! Even with pressure it never went below 3.2 which is great news. Something we are doing, or more specifically, the combination of what we are doing is still working to slow and weaken my contractions and lengthen my cervix. WOOT WOOT! The protocol stays the same, although we will decrease the Advil a bit as it can affect the babies' heart development.
Dr. K, who I've been seeing in Dr. P's absence was truly thrilled and said this is what we wanted to happen. She reminded me again, I do not have an incompetent cervix, and that contractions are easier to treat. We need those boys to stay in a long time and grow big for the big world. All the good news lifts my spirits and helps me to be hopeful until the next appointment. I keep telling myself, three appointments from now and I will be 24 weeks! Please let me get there.
When I was a little girl and was counting down to something like Christmas, vacation or a relative's arrival, I would make a countdown chart with the number of days left on sheets of paper, and tear one off each day. Somehow it seemed to get me closer to the date and I felt that each day was an accomplishment. That is how I feel now. In my mind, I check off a day closer to 24 weeks, then 28 but I am thinking I might just have to make another chart of paper. I know my daughter would love the project, would adorn the numbers with bug stickers and crayon swirls and colored glue. It would feel so good to tear off a day each morning and know the babies are getting closer, minute by minute.
Last post, I told you of Stacey who had her twin boys at 27 weeks after a long bed rest. Devastatingly her and her husband lost their son, Connor. The doctors are hopeful his brother, Colby, will continue to fight as he's been, but they need all of our support and prayers.