The Waiting Game

 On Monday, I went in for another sonogram and discovered that my fluid level had dropped to a 3 (most women at my gestation are at a 12 or above).  The doctor told me to continue bed rest, water immersion treatments, and serious hydration and he'd see me next Tuesday.  This alarmed my husband and me because up to this point they had been checking my fluid level every few days and hit had been steadily decreasing.  So when I woke up in the wee hours Friday morning with some stomach pain, I called the doctor.  They ordered me to the hospital for a non-stress test.  As always, Lucy's strip was perfect, but they did a sonogram to check the levels anyway.  As of this afternoon, I was at a 7!  That is GREAT news...but I was at an 8 two weeks ago and two days later I was back down to a 4...so what does that really mean?

So at this point we are just waiting.  I have heard that we will deliver at 34 weeks, I have heard we will try to wait until 36, but nothing is for sure.  Obviously, we would rather wait until 36 weeks, as that is considered "term" and would be best for the baby.  However, if my fluid level continues to drop, the atmosphere inside the womb becomes more dangerous for the baby than the outside world, so I guess that is what the doctors will have to determine.

I have been in such a state of aggravation over all of this.  I know that, as time passes, the baby is getting stronger, but I feel like the world's laziest bum on the couch all day.  I am finding things to keep me busy and did have a very productive day last week, but I am still feeling like a lump.  I am praying for patience and trying to remember that in a year, this little stint on bed rest will feel like it was nothing.