Sleep sleep merciful sleep

Come find me!


I never posted that last bit when I was in hospital maybe sleep did come find me :-)
I got let out early byMr Hackett yesterday,it was lovely to come home, get a bath and a snuggle with my honey.

Popped in to the neighbours who park like fools in the road to ask for abut more consideration, warned of the likelihood of needing an ambulance down the road; and mentioned as the other neighbours did that if a fire engine was required at our end of the road her car might suffer, put to her all very politely but she wasn't having it. Let's hope we never need a fire engine but if we do........dare I be so mean????? I hope her car.........is not in the way and if it is......

So I have escaped from the land of the bodysnatchers. Where someone comes at might and takes away the normal women and leaves shuffling mutants, with pale complexions, dead eyes and their arms are replaced by a mini pod of themselves that feeds from them and never let's them sleep.

Jumping, jumping, jumping

The babies are really jumping around this morning.
I don't know I'd this is just their favourite tine or whether they like the pancakes I just ate :-)

I noticed from the stats on this site that most people who find this site are interested in belly pics so I have just taken a hospital hair 5am week 25 + 1 day triplet belly pic.....




Not so hot but hey!

Tonight bay 11 isn't so relaxing, lights, someone crying alot and talking to herself. The only person not wide awake is the girl who will be at 7:30 and probably on the phone.

I have moved beds again because phone girl despite clearly valuing light, having had herself moved to a window bed, keeps closing the side of the bay further than is necessary for privacy and blocking all light from the bed next to her which I was in. She is having a bad time but is clearly a control freak. She moves around the bay to talk when she wants to participate in a conversation and the rest of the time keeps the front of the bay open which means other people in the bay can see the window through through her cubicle but I can't, it's hard when you are hormonal not to take things like this personally. But I need to chill a bit.

Especially since Richard is having such a difficult time. His teacher training and me being in hospital are not a good mix.

I am so happy to be past 25 weeks, everyday is precious.
I think I might try to go back to sleep. Fortunately someone snores as bad as I do right now which is very reassuring. Only because I don't feel so guilty. So long as no one thinks my snoring and her snoring is both me LoL

5 to the power of 2

100 divided by 4. Half of 50. 5 percent of 500. Happy week 25!


Our babie's brain-wave activity is kicking in at this stage in fetal development, which means the little one can not only hear noises but can now also respond to them apparently. Not in words, of course, but with an increase in pulse rate or activity.

I could not be happier, every day the ladies are more of a reality and less of a possibility
They are really growing and developing woop woop!
I can't wait to meet them, well obviously I can and I'm desperate to meet them as late as possible but they are so close.

Sarah P came to see me yesterday which was lovely, she is a ray of sunshine.
And the inlaws all came today they were lovely :-)

Still manic with work but small steps. Speaking of steps....

The bay of impending motherhood

I guess I should get used to it.
I am in bay 9 and people come and go so quickly here I can't keep up.
There has been a lot of sobbing and squealing and fetal doppler heart monitors.
Lots of very tired ladies.
Lots of time to walk around the ward.

Tonight I can't stop eating!
Anyway another sleep attempt!

:-)

Happy

Nasty Pasty

Definitely not an inny any morrie!
Today is week 24 I am so happy. Ladies are bouncing belly is stretching.


I haven't done so much today. Pottering as mr Hackett suggested.
Saw Laura and Andrew this evening they were on good form. Talking about school, history, computer games. They are not interested in the babies in the slightest but they seem happy enough in themselves.

I think this stay won't be too hard in hospital even though it will be long.

:-)

Scan done

Babies are all the right size.
Hoorah!
Injection for lungs done felt very sleepy after.
Amniotic fluids and bladders the right size.

Strange Dreams

I dreamed I had a beard the other day, and that I was shaving it off and had hairy moles.
I have had so many weird dreams.
At the hospital now for my 24 week scan injection and admission. Seems weird to be in the waiting room when I know I'm about to be held captive for 2 weeks.

Closer

We are getting so much closer to the finish line all the time.
I just hope every thing will go well.
Some info from stats for 2008 say neonatal and preterm death rates have decreased in the last decade.....
Death rates decrease dramatically with increasing gestational age and just under 74% of neonatal deaths and 65% of stillbirths were born preterm.
58% of babies born at 24 weeks gestation survived the neonatal period, increasing to 77% at 25 weeks gestation.
This is a marked increase compared to observations of a decade ago.
Survival at 27-28 weeks gestation was 92%.


This is reassuring although I know there are health risks for premmies, so I gotta keep breathing out and keeping my legs crossed. :-)

All change....

Yesterday I was allowed to go home for a bit so we were able to go to Hayley and Pete's for lunch which was lovely. Sharon and Scott werethere with Liam, he is adorable. And like all the coolest kids I know has carrot hair, absolutely cute as a button.

I have been told I can go home if blood results are ok, which actually they are getting there. Blood pressure is 95/58 Alt down to 87 from 310 which is great. So there is hope :-)

I am so tired I think I might be in a semi-coma :-)

Escape from the Blue Room

Before I went to sleep one of the registrars said I could come home today, then I went
to bed.
Last night I dreamed I had loads of visitors all at the same time: Mum, Helen Webb, Sandra and Mary. It was a curious dream. And I felt anxious because although I was pleased to see everyone I felt like they'd had a wasted journey because I knew inwas getting out.

Today, I seem to be a miracle patient because despite the Dr saying it was impossible and they would only get worse or stay the same: my platelets have improved, and all hepatitis screening has come back negative. Blood pressure 108/60 down from 138/60 yesterday! They now think though they want to take more blood and more bile acids, because they can't find the result for the last bile acids which were meant to go to Birmingham on 1st Jan, which could be a couple of days more in the small blue cell that is my bay in Lady Mary ward. Feel sleepy and snuffly but feel ok.


But still no idea when I will escape!

Back inside...

....and it did feel like some kind of prison walk, walking back in here.

Had blood test this morning, blood pressure up to 138/60 much higher than normal for me aaa my BP is usually very low.

So they have admitted me. No idea how long for, but it looks like it could be a while.

Apparently my ATLs are high and my platelets are low !?!?

So on top of possible liver problems, I am at risk of preeclampsia.

Babies don't seem worried they are bouncing. Hopefully they ate ok!

Hard Bumps

Trying to roll over with the hurt bits is putting extra stress on my tummy. Sounds silly but being completely new to this pregnancy thing I'm just hoping I don't squeeze anyone out just rolling over.

I have my blood test today fingers crossed I don't have any of the things they are currently testing for Hep E, EBV and CMV as the possible prognosis for the bumps is too horrible to consider. Sounds like these illnesses are fairly easy to get but are really dangerous in pregnancy. I will just keep hoping and praying to whatever forces, deity or gods that might be listening that everything is ok.
I do believe if we have children that aren't perfect it will be hard but we will never love them any less we will just have to work harder and learn new tricks to keep them safe, but still I hope that no matter what, they are born able to grow and enjoy life.

I love my bumps. At the moment they still don't yet feel like babies I have bonded with. Granny P says this is as nature intends and my head will change to match my heart as they become more "viable".....
I hate that word!

I watch people with their children pushing them and constantly chatting to them and helping them ride their bike and I am afraid that Richard and I will not be able to show them the love and attention they need, I really hope they are the kind of children people love and want to hug, so they get enough hugs, I know triplets will be a spectacle everyone will want to touch, breathe on and peer at. But we will need extra hands to show th how special they are.

Mum would tell me not to invite trouble that isn't due with my worrying, but I am considering plans!!!

:-(

Feeling very sorry for myself, slipped on the ice and seemed to have hurt a bit if myself badly that I didn't know moved.
Have a stinky cold, blood tests tomorrow and a husband who seems to be missing the fact that I am slowly unwinding despite the fact I've told him.
I'm up to my eyeballs in work even though I'm off sick and I am exhausted.
Oh joy how many years till it gets better.

Hospital

So I have managed to get a hospital appt today as directed, although the receptionist wasn't very impressed to squeeze me in.

Spoken to work who are collapsing my timetable to other people, all I have to do is get my self together at home and do what I can, when I can at school, I'm sure my absnce is about as welcome as a turd in a paddling pool but people at work are being supporive and making plans to sail the ship without me. Who knows what job I will have after the twiglets are born.

Jailhouse rock

Have escaped from my psuedo jailors and curious bed fellows one akin half to a small boy with no teeth, and half bald eagle and the other who looked like half small boys scrawny sister with all the small boys missing teeth and half chicken.
Both of whom chose to stay, when the doc said they could go?!?! I guess a rest in hospital is the closest thing to a spa mini break that either of them might experience, the small eagle boy even praised the perfect temperature of the water without cold and discussed the luxury of the "bathing suite".
I wonder how long it will take the triplets to make me feel like a stay in hospital is a really good idea ;-)

Before the Dr let me go this morning the midwife listened to the luttle lassies hearts which were 132, 140 and 148, they were really bouncing too this morning and at 11 last night :-)

My heart has been consistently between 106 and 116 over 60. Blood pressure good no preeclampsia ;-)

I love my bumps so much I would do anything to keep them safe. We have chosen names for each but I am superstitious about typing them here but Richard had decided triplet 1 or A starts with D, triplet 2 or B starts with I and triplet 3 or C starts with A. And the dog will be called Indiana. :-)

Positive thinking

I have never felt quite so terrified.
I have sent school an email to let them know I am unlikely to be in at the beginning of term and I am likely to be off shortly after. Don't suppose it'll make me popular but frankly I have no idea when I will get out of my blue curtain jail.
And most importantly I need to do everything I can for my little ladies. My precious cargo. They were really bouncing earlier I like to think they were showing me how strong they will be for me. I hope they aren't trying to jump the curfew!
Nearly 4am I must try to sleep, Must stop worrying. Must give me and my tiny treasures the hope of some rest!

:-(

Now I am terrified. I haven't been allowed to go home apparently I may have obstetric cholestasis, this is apparently more common in triplet and higher order multiple births.

The risk is that some of my bilirubin will be afftected by levels of oestrogen and progestogen in my body and leak into my blood stream which will get passed to the babies whose liver is too immmature to deal with the toxins and be still born.


I may have many things and they are currently being ruled out but my liver result on my blood should have been between 0 and 50 mine was in excess of 300 and came down to something in excess of 200, soore tests tomorrow.
The doctor I saw yesterday: Quieva told me that I may have itching and I have started itching a lot today.

I am thinking positive but I am feeling miserable.
She asked me if I was off work and told me I would be signed off. I got the impression I'm going to spend a lot of time at the Rosie.

Gecko

Someone in here snores like a gecko!

Funnily enough I had prepared myself for the many different baby noises. As I read that when they cry in hospital they all sound diifferent. But it hadn't for some reason occured to me how different women snoring might sound.
Appx 10 to 12 weeks I have of not letting the babies escape. How many nights of snore research could I get in the meantime?

Tee hee hee

Woke myself up with a giant snore. Well I guess the grunters are in good company.


Arm is hurting from the NYE massacre but no real evidence so I guess I'll not be suing :-)

Wish I had a duvet. This place is mad cold.

Maimed wounded terrorised

Spent the stroke of midnight between one decade and the next with a lady at the foot of the bed on bended knee holding delicately one of my hands in hers, and jabbing the biggest blinking needle in to it I have ever seen

Again in a parallell universe maybe I would have suddenly been embarking on a strange and crazy life, but in this dimention, I had the most painful blood test ever.
And to add insult to injury she had to give me another stabbing because she didn't despite getting a ruddy big tube full get quite enough.
I don't know some women ae just ruddy greedy!

but the babies are worth it

:-)