Earlier this year I had my first child which has been the toughest, yet the most rewarding thing I’ve ever done, I know cliché, but it’s the truth. Ooohhh, and did I say the toughest? Anyway, I wanted to share my pregnancy story because while I was pregnant I was desperately trying to find out more information and other women who had encountered the same complications that I did.
My pregnancy started without any really significant issues, a bit of spotting early on and nausea that drove me nuts up until was 16 weeks. I had a miscarriage prior to this pregnancy, so the sight of blood freaked me out, but after a quick check up I was given the all clear, although at the back of my mind I was always worried. To be honest, as much as the nausea irritated me, it also comforted me, it meant that I was still pregnant. Then it stopped right as I started to feel bubs move, so from that point on, I was more relaxed about my pregnancy.
I went to my 20 week scan insanely excited to see my baby (we didn’t find out the sex, that’s a whole other discussion!), seeing bub roll around and not actually feeling it seemed so surreal, but amazing. Anyway towards the end of my scan, they decided to check my cervix and everything went downhill from there. Post an internal exam, we were told that my cervix was quite short, being only 2.6cm, and I was sent upstairs to see my OBGYN. She saw me right away, which freaked me out a bit and went on to explain the risks associated with a short cervix namely premature birth or miscarriage, which got me even more worried. Now my cervix wasn’t as bad as it could be, so I was sent home to rest – no house work, no more exercise, no pressure, no nothing for a week, then I was to go back and get measured again in a weeks time.
Anyway, I did nothing for a week which drove me mad, went to my scan a week later and wella, my measurements had improved from 2.6cms to 3.1cms, so I was out of the danger zone and told to continue to take it easy. This all happened just before Christmas, so I was booked in for another scan at 26 weeks after the New Years break.
We went on a road trip for New Years, so I took it easy right up until I went back to work, and like that I went from taking it easy, to being run off my feet, stressed and well, back to normal really. I have to be honest when I walked into my scan on the afternoon of January 14 2014 I had a really bad feeling, so it came as no surprise that my scan went badly. Straight away I could see how bad it was, every time they pressed on my cervix it opened up. Anyway, my measurements were down to 1.6cms which is really bad! I was sent straight upstairs to see my OBGYN, and literally as I walked through the doors of the consulting room I was ushered into an examination room and told to lie on the bed with legs elevated and not get up. So nervously I asked how bad it was, and the answer that followed, well I never really expected. I was told that I was at high risk of going into premature labour and that I was being admitted straight into hospital for treatment. Literally I wasn’t even allowed to go home and pack my things. Oh and by treatment, it meant bed rest, I was strictly on toilet and shower privileges. My OB, the amazing Samantha Hargreaves, is based at Epworth Freemasons hospital in East Melbourne, so I was wheeled up to the maternity ward on level 2, and moved into what would be my home for the indefinite future, Room 9, right behind the nurses station.
I need to put my hospitalisation in context, I am a gym junkie and have a complete inability to stay still, seriously, I run around like a blue arsed fly all of the time, I don’t know what it means to relax. Right up until my 20 week scan I was still going to the gym every couple of days and going about my hectic life as per usual, just with a small belly at that stage. It was hard enough for me to take it easy after my 20 weeks scan, but this was something else. How the hell was I going to be stuck in bed, possibly until my baby was born? I wasn’t sure how I’d cope, but I knew I had to get this baby to a safer gestation.
Next week I’ll go into treatment and how I coped with my ‘incompetent cervix’ and bed rest.