Almost 36 weeks

Almost 36 weeks.

35+5 to be exact. That’s when Pixie and Dixie will finally be born. And when is that, you ask? Tomorrow. Yes, TOMORROW.

To be honest, it feels like they’ve been wanting to come out for the last few days anyway. They’ve been moving and wriggling a lot, but still, in my head it is very soon…

They’ll have to spend, minimum, two weeks in the neonatal unit (I say minimum because I believe the rule is that they are discharged on their due date.. That would be four weeks. But depending on their size, and how they’re feeding and all of that they may be allowed home sooner. We’ll have to wait and see as each case is different)

So what happened was that Jon and I came to our appointment with Mr O’Sullivan yesterday morning. I had quite a rough morning anyway, as I had bad epigastric pain all the previous evening, and in the morning, when I was brushing my teeth I felt very sick and I vomited. In the process, I think my high blood pressure medicine came out (only half an hour or so after having taken it), so by the time we made it to the appointment my blood pressure was sky high (highest so far ever, something like 160/100).

Mr O’Sullivan wasn’t too happy about it and decided to book me in for a c-section straight away… For two days later! I think that was what shocked me the most, the fact that suddenly everything seems so imminent!

Funnily enough, he didn’t give me a choice between natural birth or cesarean section – after all the pressure that I’ve had from other midwives and doctors to go natural. As it happens, I would have chosen c-section anyway, and this saved me the awkward conversation of having to request it and having to justify my choice.

So I got admitted to the antenatal ward just 24 hours after I was discharged the previous day, and the face of Lucy the midwife when she saw me coming in was hilarious.

And how am I feeling?
I don’t know. Anxious, I suppose. A bit scared but excited too. Worried about them…

It doesn’t help that I’ve been feeling rubbish since Monday afternoon. The epigastric pain doesn’t seem to be going anywhere, and it stops me from eating properly, which doesn’t help either. At least I slept a tiny bit better last night, and I’m planning on resting as much as possible today as well, as tomorrow is D-Day!

I can’t wait to see their faces and be able to hold them in my arms. It will break my heart when they take them away from me to SCBU. But it is in their own (and my) interest.

And this is it for now. Our IVF chapter is about to finish, and a brand new more exciting and challenging one is about to start!

Our family journey continues…