(How about the word opera? I always want to spell it oprah. Am dumbass.)
Alternate Post titles:
All My Multi-Sized Children (Sum iz beeg, sum iz smallz)
As My Stomach Turns (Because I had to stop my ultrasound three times to dry heave)
The Infertile and the Greedy (because one baby isn't enough)
Passions (I can't use this. They didn't check my cervix today. Heh.)
Oh, this little teeny tiny twin. She's giving us problems. Personally, I think she's just skinny from all the exercise she gets in the middle of the night. I imagine that if she could talk, she'd yell at me at 2 a.m. like Olivia when she wants to go outside: "MAHM! MAHM! MAHHHHHM! COME ON! PLAY!"
Alas, my smart doctor disagrees. And he has a medical degree so Dr. Stewart FTW!
My itty bitty twin is almost 30% smaller than my normal-but-looks-giant twin. That disparity is holding strong, but isn't improving. And the doctor is worried that my itty bitty might be worse off in my Uterus of Doom than out.
Still doesn't seem to be Twin to Twin Transfusion. The single vessel cord, combined with the fact that her cord insertion is at the very edge of the placenta, seem to be the problems.
I had my 26 week appointment today and was slapped with the "come back in two weeks and we will decide if we need to start steroids so that we can deliver your babies." And then, "the nurse will be right in to get your blood pressure." Bwahahahaha! (No, but seriously. That's what happened.)
As he put it, we need to find the balance between Too Soon for the normal baby, and Too Late for the little baby. We need to decide the best time to deliver them both when they will have the best chance of survival.
We are talking about survival at my appointments now.
I mean, if anyone ever needed an alcoholic beverage, it is the OB patient discussing survival at her 26 week appointment. I enjoyed two tasty Boosts but it's just not the same.
One Year Ago: FET: Makes Me Feel All Stabby
Two Years Ago: Anatomy of an Advertisement
Three Years Ago: Me? I'm PUPO