2 forward, 1 back

It's Thursday!!!! 28 weeks today, our first major goal has been achieved! 3 weeks in the hospital and hoping for 6 more. You really have no idea how long 3 weeks really is until you are on bed rest or in the hospital. 6 more sounds really long, so we will have to take it a day at a time!

Last night at our 10 pm monitoring, baby's heart was at 60 when she put the monitor on (it is normally 150s). He came back up and after a few minutes was down again. So I was turning from one side to the other to try to get him back up. About the time the nurse was going to take off the monitor, he fell to 60. So we tried one side, then the other, then back to the first and then hands and knees and it still wasn't coming up. When I looked up to get the oxygen they wanted to give me, there were 3-4 nurses in the room and the resident doctor. Baby stayed about 60 for 3 minutes, then was about 120s for 7 minutes before he came all the way back up. Resident called the high risk doctor and we were moved back to labor and delivery. We had to do hands and knees again over there to get heart rate back up, but he has been pretty good since. We decided he doesn't like antepartum. He thinks he needs constant attention. So with the flair for the dramatic, I am thinking the name Romeo might fit this little guy.

We did have an ultrasound this morning and he measured in at 2 lbs. 4 oz. And with the possible degree of error, he could basically be anywhere from 2-2 1/2 pounds. His fluid was still 5.5 like last ultrasound, which is good for low fluid. She said she could see hair on him and that he was holding his leg above his head, which is high as he is still breech. I was excited he was over 2 pounds and looking good.

They offered me my old room back and I took it for the windows. They brought over an antepartum bed, as they suspect I'll be here awhile. So back to room #2406. Visitors welcomed!

This post is getting long but I have one more story. When I first came to St. Luke's downtown, I was in antepartum for one night. I woke up about 11 pm and pulling sheets over myself, I knocked a full glass of ice water all over myself and bed. The next morning we had the scare that sent us to labor and delivery. Last night while the nurse was monitoring me, she knocked my glass of ice water over and again, my bed and I were soaked. Crazy and cold. Maybe I don't like antepartum very much either.