I heart my MFM

At last!!! I have a decent doctor! Finally! Dang. Took long enough.

Yesterday was my appointment with the new MFM (Maternal-Fetal Medicine specialist.) I love him. Ohhh, I am so happy I am changing doctors!

So here’s a basic run-down of the appointment…

– My appointment was at 1:00. Guess what time I was in the ultrasound room? Like, 1:03. Damn!

– Ultrasound tech spent about an hour or so looking at the babies. I have a feeling they’re going to be a handful, because she’s the second u/s tech that’s said these babies were going to drive her to drink. Gulp. Okay, so they’re a bit unruly in the womb, switching positions, knocking each other out of the way, being generally mischievous.

For instance, Baby A, at the beginning of the u/s, was head down, in the “presenting” position. That means, if it was going to be born “the old fashioned way”, it’d be coming out first. Later on, Baby B decided it wanted to come out first and plopped its little butt down, right at the “exit”, as it were. Little do they know that they can fight all they want – they ain’t coming out that way. Heh. Anyway, it caused much confusion. And C was going from up and down to side to side to oblique. All over the place. Aww, those kiddos!

– The best news of all – the doctor is 80-90% sure they’re triamniotic. That is, that they’re all in their own little sacs. Hurrrrrraahhhh! This is the news I’ve been dying to hear. This means, if all stays well otherwise, no hospitalization (until they’re born, of course)! I can still work, I can still be at home, I can still celebrate Halloween and Thanksgiving with my friends. I can hopefully carry them to 34-36 weeks and let them get big and healthy and not have to go into Intensive Care when they’re born!

I just really, really hope it’s true. But I’m pretty optimistic. This is a good doctor, with lots of experience.

– Upon leaving, his nurse (who herself has triplets) handed me a copy of what seems to be the bible of multiple pregnancies, Dr. Barbara Luke’s book:

This is a big deal to me. It means he didn’t yell at me for gaining 25 pounds so far, like the other doctors did. In fact, he commended me on my weight gain! Man, you have GOT to love a doctor like that! And, he said I have excellent blood! Not entirely sure what that means, but he was quite thrilled with my bloodwork.

And, (sorry male readers) my cervix is nice and loooong and doesn’t change when pressure is applied. This is good. Nice and long is gooooood. And my blood pressure was fine, he said.

So, that’s the rundown. I see my OB tomorrow, hopefully for the last time. I will need to ask him to release me (I think it’s more a professional courtesy more than anything – the new doctor doesn’t want bad blood between them or anything.) and the new doctor will be taking over my care 100%! Yay!

9/17/07

I know I haven’t posted much lately, I just have been up to not much worth posting. Let’s see…

Went to Baton Rouge this weekend. I was all about the partying this weekend. Some serious, hardcore partying. First it was Alison’s birthday party. That crazy chick! She turned three. We had pizza and cake at her party. Wooooooo!!!

Then yesterday, Ava turned two. More cake! And cucumber sandwiches! Some serious stuff, man. Serious.

And in between, there was some shopping, including some purchases for tiny babies. Gaah! Little gowns with the elastic at the bottom, and the little cuffs for tiny baby hands. And a book for Grandee to read to them.

I also managed to get a few things for dirt cheap at a Mothers of Twins tag sale on Saturday. I really should stop buying stuff, though, since my showers are coming up soon. One thing that was killing me was that we were at TJ Maxx and they had a Boppy pillow that I registered for. At Babies R Us, that puppy is $25 plus another $8-12 for a cover. They had them for $20 (with cover) at TJ Maxx. That kind of thing makes me crazy, that someone could buy it at full price when it’s so much cheaper elsewhere.

Anyhoo, I shall just be grateful for what I do get and not worry if people got a bargain or not. I’ll shut up now.

Today is my appointment with the new Maternal-Fetal Medicine specialist. I have high hopes. I’ve been hearing great things about him, so keep your fingers crossed that he doesn’t
a) insult my intelligence
b) fall asleep during my ultrasound
c) be a jerkface to me

Will post later on how the appointment goes.

9/11/07

Hmmm. I really want to write something interesting, but I’m afraid I just don’t have it in me. But for my legions of adoring fans, I’d better write something.

Weekend was overall pretty low-key. Even though I did go visit Dr G and get an ultrasound. I’m trying not to get too excited about it – but there is a chance we saw another membrane (Dr G has a much clearer u/s machine than the MFM does). The hard part is, was it the membrane we’ve already seen? Or the one we’ve been looking for? Who knows. Monday is my appointment with the new specialist, so hopefully he’ll find it. Hopefully he has a better machine than the old specialist.

Dr G also measured the size of my tummy and it’s measuring 32 weeks for a single baby. Hee hee! And I’m still not convinced I look pregnant at all. Heh. Maybe a little.

We also went to a shrimp boil at a friend’s house, where I took the best. picture. ever.

Heh heh.

Not a whole lot going on this week. I did get to work from home yesterday because the a/c was out at my office building. I lasted a few hours, but we’re on the seventh floor, so it got to be pretty stifling.

In two weeks from Friday, Kristina will be here! And Anne! My New Orleans shower is two weeks from Saturday! Gosh, baby showers already. Such excitement. I’m glad that I’m not feeling ungainly or anything yet. I still get around just fine, and the only times I feel pregnant (besides when I’m the only sober one at a party, ha ha) are when I’m sleeping (rolling over is getting difficult, and damn if I don’t miss sleeping on my tummy) or standing up for a while.

Okay, I was able to squeeze quite a few paragraphs out of nothing exciting! Go me.

9/7/07

Great news!

I got my appointment moved up to the 17th instead of the 26th. I psyched myself up by reading the comments here and on another message board and called the new MFM’s office. I’m so glad I did – the nurse who answered was very receptive. She said that my OB’s office requested an appointment in my 23rd week. Ugh. Actually, I know that’s not true because I was sitting there when they made the appointment and they asked for the first available one. But they certainly didn’t stress that it was important.

So I said no, I’d really like to get in as soon as possible, considering the stage of my pregnancy. And when I said I wasn’t happy with my OB, she softened up and said she’d look into it and call me back. (She was so nice. I love nice people.) A few hours later, she called back, and said that she’d showed my file to the doctor, and he agreed to see me sooner. That’s great – it means he recognized that it’s important not to wait too long.

I do wish it could be even sooner, but I’ll take this…it’s only a week from Monday. Just two weekends to get through. And it might be the first time I’ve ever looked forward to a Monday!

Actually, the preceding weekend will be fun. I have two birthday parties to go to – one for a three year old little girl, and one for a two year old little girl. Cake! Mmmm, cake.

9/6/07

Well, yesterday was an appointment with my OB. I was really nervous about it, because I wanted to address my concerns about Dr Jerkface from Friday. The good news is, I got an appointment with a new MFM (Maternal-Fetal Medicine specialist) who sounds much better. The bad news is, it’s in three weeks.

In other bad news, my OB was kind of a asshole. I was asking him about a plan for treatment if two of the babies did end up being monoamniotic (in the same amniotic sac, with no membranes dividing them) and he didn’t really have an answer for me. When I responded that I’d want inpatient monitoring, he scoffed and said “oh, I don’t know anyone who does that…where did you hear that?”

When I said the Internet, he responded as if I’d said the Weekly World News. Because we all know that EVERYTHING on the internet is CRAP. Right, I have no brain at all, and I have no idea how to differentiate between good and bad info. Gimme some credit, please.

In the end, I was able to get out of him a reference for the new MFM, one who I suspect may end up being my primary doctor. I hope so, after the way I was treated by this one. It’s really sad, though. I loved my OB up until yesterday. But clearly he’s in over his head and can’t admit it. Whatever.

Sucky thing is, the appointment with the new MFM isn’t for three weeks, but I’m going to call today to see if I can get in earlier. Maybe if there’s a cancellation or something.

And I also found out that not many people like the old Dr Jerkface that I saw on Friday. Heh.

MFM appointment

So, I know I have to post about today’s appointment. Can I make it brief?

No membrane found.

But babies look great. They’re all the same sex – but we asked them not to tell us what that sex is.

Doctor is now on my shit list, for basically giving me no information, just saying “come back in four weeks and we’ll look [for the membrane] again.” I can’t tell you how angry this makes me, and I’ll be chatting with my OB on Wednesday about that. I really, really want to switch MFMs now to someone with a shred of bedside manner. Someone who doesn’t fall asleep while the u/s tech is looking at the babies.

So, that’s that. How about some pics?

A:

B:

C:

Feet!

OB appointment

So, my appointment yesterday…was fine. Nothing exciting. Maybe ten minutes of face time with the medical staff. Nurse didn’t look at my chart, apparently, because after she found a heartbeat, she started to walk away. I had to ask her kindly if she was planning on listening for the other two. Ah well.

Then a doctor came in. An old doctor. Not my doctor. Some old fart who clearly hasn’t dealt with many triplet pregnancies. After he briefly looked me over, we went into his office so he could yell at me for gaining 21 lbs. Mind you, that’s 14 less than recommended by the multiple pregnancy guru, Dr. Luke.

So, whatever. I don’t care. Next Friday is my appointment with the MFM, part two in the Search for the Membranes.

This weekend I have far more fun things to think about, namely the girls’ weekend with Kettie and Maura and Ren (and even little Alison for part of it!) which will involve gossiping, floating in a pool, and sipping frozen beverages. Virgin, of course. I can’t wait!

8/21/07

Ack, it’s been a while since I posted! I’ve just been v busy. Nursery painting not quite done yet, but with a couple of more days of work this week it should be done. Yay! I feel bad, just being the “supervisor”, but what can ya do?

Went to Baton Rouge to visit my mom. Got some maternity clothes, and some shoes to fit my fat feet. Well, they fit sometimes. Yesterday at work…not so much. But they’re a good backup for days when my feet aren’t so swollen. And maybe they’ll stretch.

We saw Becoming Jane, which I enjoyed. I do love going to the movies. We also met up with my Aunt Caroline and got the rest of the fabric for the quilts. They are going to be so cute!

Tomorrow is an OB appointment. Only two weeks since my last one. I’m pretty sure it’s really supposed to be next Wednesday, but on my chart, my doctor’s “3” (as in “see patient again in 3 weeks”) looked like a “2”. Silly me didn’t even bother to correct the scheduler. But maybe it was a 2? Who knows. In any case, the paranoid feelings have been creeping over me again, and I’ll be happy to hear the heartbeats to set my mind at ease.

And then a week from Friday is another ultrasound with the specialist. Hoping (desperately) to see the membranes. Sigh.

Nursery

Well, the nursery is well on its way! I am in love with the paint color I picked, it’s absolutely perfect. Just the right balance of blue and green. Well, perhaps it’s a little on the blue side, but I don’t care. I love it.

I was showing someone a picture of it, and they said “ooh, look, it’s the color of a Tiffany box!” And I said noooooo, that’s cheesy, I’d never paint something the color of a Tiffany box. It’s a bit of a brighter light blue, wouldn’t you say?

Luckily, I have two Tiffany boxes in my possession. Both came from my cousin Monica, who gave me a porcelain box from Tiffany for my college graduation, and a beautiful crystal bowl as a wedding gift. So I took one of the boxes into the bedroom to compare the colors.

Lo and behold, the box nearly blended into the wall. I was shocked. I guess Tiffany blue isn’t that obnoxious after all.

Here are a few pictures of the color…

Obviously, we’re not done yet. All of the trim will be white. Hopefully it’ll be done by the end of the week. Big thanks to Stephanie and Teresa for painting! I was able to work a little, but only when I had this hideous and hot mask on. So I didn’t do much.

When the painting is done, we’ll be able to move the cribs in. Yes, we have them all, but only because two of them were hand-me-downs from friends and family who were ready to get rid of them. All of the furniture will be white, and with the cute crib skirts and quilts Aunt Caroline is making, it’s going to be the best nursery ever! Just need to get some new blinds and curtains, maybe a rug, and a new comforter for the double bed that’s staying in there.

Regarding my last post, I am quite proud of myself for remaining pretty calm about everything, and not worrying. I am hopeful that everything will work out for the best, and that we’ll come home with three healthy babies. I mean, I have to think that!

I can’t say how wonderful it is to hear from my triplet mom readers that they’ve gone through the same thing with a positive outcome. It really, really helps. And my gigantic ovaries aren’t causing me any pain, thank goodness. Heh.

8/9/07

Sorry I haven’t updated in a while. I was going to post after my appointment on Tuesday, but to be honest, I was just kind of depressed about it, and didn’t feel like writing it all up.

But now I think I am over it, and am trying to be optimistic about everything.

The appointment didn’t really go any differently than I expected. It was at the hospital, and I really liked the u/s tech. For about an hour, she looked at all three babies, taking measurements. They looked great. All growing well, all wiggling around (far more active than Mommy and Daddy), so much so that the tech was having a really hard time measuring the heartrates.

Then it was time to look for the membranes, and as I suspected, they were only able to find one, the one between B and A&C. So, B is “walled off” by his (random gender! no we don’t know and we’re not finding out) membrane, and as far as they could see, A&C are floating around in another chamber. They couldn’t find the membrane between A and C, which is vital. Without the “wall” separating them, they can get tangled up in each others cords. This would be very bad.

If they don’t find the membrane at the next appointment, we will start seriously discussing hospital bedrest. Beginning around 24 weeks. (Is it totally wrong to hope it’s at 25 weeks since my second shower is 24 weeks, 6 days?) A lot of monitoring, hopefully to make it to 32-34 weeks.

I really don’t want to be in the hospital. I really don’t want to spend every day for eight weeks worried sick about little A & C. It’s terrifying. And even if they do find the membrane, then I have to worry about another possible complication, where one baby takes more of its share of the placenta, and they both suffer.

It just makes for a bleak picture.

And it doesn’t help that the doctor was presenting us all kinds of doom-and-gloom scenarios. Fine, it’s his job, but it was a little overwhelming.

They also found that my ovaries are GINORMOUS (think baseball sized) and full of cysts, but they’re not worried about it. It really was just funny how the doctor was all “OH MY GOD” at them. Heh. You’d think that between two baseballs and three avocado-sized beings in my torso, I might actually look a little pregnant. Not so much. Ahh, the joys of being tall and wide.

So I may sound very pessimistic from this post, but really, I’m not. There is a good chance they’ll find the membrane. (Based on some reading I’ve done – there were three yolk sacs when they were teeny, therefore there should be three amniotic sacs. So the “scientists” say. Heh.) And if I end up in the hospital, well, what better place to be? I’d happily give up my freedom for the peace of mind this would provide. And George’s work is just a few minutes away, so he’d be able to visit a lot.

I hope all of my male readers enjoyed that tour into my reproductive organs.

Ultrasound pics!

Had a very productive day yesterday, and a very unproductive day today. Yesterday we bought a crib, got another one from a friend, and bought a ton of stuff for the house. Then, since Annie was in town, we drove to visit Ren and Gary. Now, let me say here that GARY suggested that we peek at the babies, NOT ME. Anne doesn’t get to see hers as much as Ren and I do, so it would have been wrong to say “no thanks”!

So we took a little looky-loo (hey, I still made it TWO WHOLE WEEKS between ultrasounds) and all looked well. Nothing too in-depth, but I got a few cute pictures. They’re up on flickr:

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Tuesday is my appointment with the Maternal-Fetal Medicine specialist. Should be fun.

8/2/07

I really don’t have much to say, but I want to be a good blogger. Bullets are easier in such situations…

– Have my big ultrasound with the specialist on Tuesday. I can’t wait! I hope everything goes well, and that he finds the membranes between the babies. This is my biggest fear, that he won’t. But I’ve done a little research, and I feel pretty confident that he will. It’ll have been over two weeks since my last u/s when I have this one – my longest time between them, ever, I think. What willpower I have!

– My friend Anne is coming in this weekend on a spur-of-the-moment trip. So exciting! We’re going to hang out on Saturday night, hopefully to go visit Ren and Gary and Alison (but I swear I won’t hit him up for an ultrasound – I swear!) Anne’s pregnant, too, so it’ll be three pregnant women, a toddler, and Gary. Heh. Fun for him!

– Tax-free shopping days are Friday and Saturday. A whole 4% we’ll save on state tax, but I guess it’s better than nothing. I want to go buy the paint for the nursery and the iron balusters for the stairs. Can’t wait until we have a bannister. Will feel a tad more safe.

Okay, that’s all I got….