My uterus declared war last night. Although we suffered a few losses, we won the battle and I'm still pregnant.
-My water hasn't broken
-Heidi's hanging out, happy as can be with a heart rate as steady as a steam engine. She's swimming around in the uterus instead of dropping down into the canal (someday she'll get an ice cream cone for that good behavior).
-I'm 100% effaced, dilated to a 3 (with a baby Heidi's size, I only need to be dilated to a 6 to be complete)
-I'm much less stable and definitely not going home on bed rest
-I'm back on the magnificent mag at least until tomorrow morning:
(It's only fair after the less-than-flattering photo of my dad that I show I'm my father's daughter. Isn't the resemblance amazing?)
So bottom line, the only thing keeping me pregnant is (1) a cervix as thin as a piece of paper with a hole 1/2 the size of Heidi's head, (2) the amniotic membrane (bag of waters)...and (3) a miracle from God.
The OB says it's still possible for me to remain pregnant for many more weeks to come, but we definitely won't make it if I have another episode similar to what we had last night. So, as always, the key will be to stay on top of the contractions with a vengeance...and pray our guts out.
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