Bedrest

According to my OB, there is no reason to hope that the amniotic sac/s will repair. And without a repair, the babies won’t have any room to grow. Normally, the amniotic fluid provides a comfy cushioned room for the babies to grow, without that cushioning, there is nowhere for them to grow, so the soft little bones just can’t grow properly. The other function of the fluid is to help little lungs to develop. Without the fluid, the lungs will develop into a solid mass of tissue, without the holes needed to make the lungs function. So while the placentas are still doing a wonderful job, without a repair there is no hope.

I was 15 weeks on Saturday. Perhaps, if they had a few more weeks, there might have been more hope. As it is, I have chosen to hope. My midwife says not to give up until there is nothing to hope for, so while putting myself on bedrest isn’t likely to achieve much, it’s the only thing I can do, so that is what I am doing.

If the babies die, apparently it could take weeks and weeks. And then I will labour and give birth to them.

Obviously, we are devastated, but as yet, we don’t have anything to mourn.

13 thoughts on “Bedrest”

  1. A psychologist told me recently that you don’t have to have lost something to mourn, you can mourn not having had something. In your case, you’re mourning the happy, trouble-free single-foetus pregnancy you anticipated. Don’t let anyone talk down what you’re feeling, it is what it is.

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  2. Thank gawd I am not the only one to have not given up hope.
    I am however quite angry that this is happening to you.
    A useless emotion I know but one I am experiencing anyway.

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  3. Hope is the thing with feathers
    That perches in the soul,
    And sings the tune without the words,
    And never stops at all,

    And sweetest in the gale is heard;
    And sore must be the storm
    That could abash the little bird
    That kept so many warm.

    Ive heard it in the chillest land,
    And on the strangest sea;
    Yet, never, in extremity,
    It asked a crumb of me.

    Emily Dickinson

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