Back to Noah and Mina's Story

Ok, back to the story. Hopefully my life will be normal and not so filled with crazy from now on. So the cerclage is in, babies are on lockdown and back to bedrest. A few weeks pass with weekly doctor appointment. Everything looks good so far. Then at 18 weeks comes good and bad news. First we get to find out the sexes of the babies. Baby A just would not cooperate and refused to open it's legs, so we had to move on to Baby B. After much looking the baby spread it's legs and the whole room could instantly tell...it's a boy! Noah is apparently well endowed and not at all shy to show it. Back to Baby A, we only have one more glance to find out before the end of the appointment, we look....it's a girl! Mina is more shy about revealing herself than her brother, but we finally we able to see. We are thrilled. I had no preference about the sex, although I'll admit I was worried about having another boy and trying to substitute him for Mason. Although that has not happened, I am glad to report. I have heard it through the grapevine that even just a short while after losing Mason people were saying we should have been over it, or should just move on. All I have to say to this is that if you think that, you are a bloody idiot who should thaw your icy heart. We will never get over the loss of our son. We move forward, but you never move on. I cannot wait for the day when we are reunited. Anyways, back to the story.

I went from the sonogram to the normal appointment. The bad news is that I officially have gestational diabetes. Now I can add about nine more needle sticks to my daily routine bringing the grand total to eleven. Whatever, I was more than willing to do anything I had to do to save my babies.

A few more weeks pass and we make it to 22 weeks. This is the same week Mason was born. I was most fearful for this week. I was so scared to go to this weeks appointment. It turns out my feelings were accurate. I get to the sonogram and find out that my weak cervix has begun to cave under the weight of the two babies. I am dilated to the stitch. This means that the only thing standing between life and death for my babies is a piece of nylon thread. The worry is evident on my doctor's face. He says lets just try to make it to 23 weeks where there is a small survival chance for the babies. I am given the steroid shots to help develop the babies lungs in case they are born early. My bed rest is restricted even more, showers are reduced to eevery 2-3 days no longer than 10 minutes.

I was so afraid, every day was spent in fear, every pain, every twinge, could mean something was happening. I was never so glad to see 23 weeks, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28 every week the medical looked shocked to still see me pregnant. I truly was having miracle babies.

Next time...3 rd trimester and delivery.