Naturally I was in complete shock after being admitted into hospital. I was wheeled into my room, helped on to the bed and told not to get off it. Fortunately I was allowed to lie elevated in bed, there are some in my situation that are forced to lie flat for the duration of their pregnancy. The attending midwife told me that they had two other patients currently on bed rest who were also suffering from a shortened cervix, I know it’s awful but it was incredibly comforting to hear, at least I wasn’t alone.
Once we had completed my admission papers, my husband left to go home and pack my things and for the first time I as left alone in my room. At this point I had no emotion, I was just numb, everything was really a blur for the next hour. The next real thing I remember is Samantha, my OBGYN coming to see me, it was at this point that the reality of my situation hit home. She told me that she was concerned with my ability to get my baby to a safe gestation, so we would have to take it one week at a time. Our first target was to get past the 28 week mark, at which point I would be rescanned to check my measurements and to assess if treatment was helping. Treatment involved strict bed rest with daily shower and toilet privileges, a course of Celestone injections (steroids for the baby’s lung development), daily progesterone suppositories and daily Clexane injections (blood thinner, because I was at risk of developing a blood clot as I wasn’t moving). Looked like I was going to have to get over my fear of needles pretty quickly.