Praying for Another Miracle

The next post about our niban baby was supposed to be about how our baby girl had a great sonogram at 20.5 weeks where the MFM (maternal fetal medicine specialist) pronounced her "perfect." This post would have included the funny ultrasound picture of her holding up her index finger to indicate that she's number 1. Apparently, she disagrees that she is the number two anything. Instead, I am writing this post from a hospital bed on day four of bed rest after a risky surgery with great hopes that will meet our baby girl later rather than sooner under much better circumstances.

While she may be perfect, I am not. I went in for a routine appointment on Friday at 22 weeks even. I mentioned that I thought maybe I had some mild, minor infection. The doctor did an exam (which is not routine this early) and discovered that I was already one cm dialated AND she could see the amniotic sac. I was taken by wheel chair to the labor and delivery ward at the hospital. Ross and I decided that we needed to name this girl right away. So on Friday night he called me and told me that we decided to name her Wallis Adele. Wallis is just a name that I really like and was on this list before we knew Wyatt was a boy and Adele is the middle name of my dear friend Christine, who once offered to be a surrogate for me, despite her general dislike of being pregnant.

We made it through our first 48 hour trial (me with sanity barely intact) and have made it through rescue cerclage surgery, which was very risky for our girl. We are now almost 24 hours into our third hurdle of making it two days with no infection or labor. Each doctor has reminded me that we have done everything that we can do. There is nothing to do except stay in bed and think good thoughts.

This baby has survived so much that I really think that she's meant to come home and be Wyatt's little sister and get all the love we have to offer. I pray that she can stay safely in utero for another three or four months. We've already gotten so very lucky that the doctor examined me and caught this early. Apparently, it is very rare to catch incompetent cervix, because the loss simply happens suddenly unless there is some past history requiring extra monitoring. We also have an MFM who has a cult following and is very, very good at the rescue cerclage. So for today we are grateful. Just making it day by day.