And after being at the OB for nearly two hours, losing my shit for the last 20 minutes, and looking like a complete and total pistachio? All I wanted to do was come home and play with Olivia and then bury my head under the covers and just get some sleep.
But I waited to long to eat, and then after I did finally eat I barfed it all back up. And then I was sick and didn't sleep all night and then I had to go to work. Isn't my blog so much fun? It doesn't sound like as much fun as it really was.
Weekend in a nutshell: sick, woe, worry.
Monday, 10/11: Ultrasound with the MFM (Dr. Stewart, for my locals). Ultrasound lasted about an hour and a half, and then the doctor came in. Brains looked fine, actually. Just fiiiiiiiine.
One twin weighs 13 oz, one weighs 9 oz. OH NOES, apparently.
Identical twins are at risk for Twin To Twin Transfusion Syndrome - one baby gets too much blood, the other baby not enough. Basically, both of them are screwed if it gets out of control. And by screwed, I mean all sorts of things, like Probably Will Be Preemies If They Are Lucky. And Other Very Bad Things If They Are Not Lucky.
Oh, but Dr. Stewart. Really. I love him and not in a naughty way. He was genuinely kind, he explained things simply but not in a condescending way. He really, really listened to my questions and answered them completely. He will be my doctor for the rest of this pregnancy.
BUT. Anyway, not to get too happy on you because DANGER AND WOE! Dr. Stewart thinks that mah baybees have Twin To Twin Transfusion going on, and that a visit to a specialist is in order. Because, you know, this specialist can perform a surgery in utero to help correct the problem.
Surgery. In utero.
So I see this doctor on Monday, and it's in Columbus which is a nice 2.5 hours away from us. And we have to be there at 7:45 a.m. His name is Dr. O'Shaughnessy and if any of you have a rave review, please let me know. Because I made the mistake of Googling Twin To Twin Transfusion and now I'm all kinds of worried. Please tell me that he's the sexed-down version of Addison Montgomery Shepherd.
That's the update. That's the reason I've been MIA. It's just all too much right now and all I want to do is sleep and cuddle my Olivia and bury my head in the sand. But I live in Ohio and there is no sand and so maybe I'll just stuff my face into a big bowl of cheese sauce.
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