Trust Your Instincts

The Start 8

It’s Tuesday and I’m exactly 5 months pregnant. 

I finally got a hairdryer to wash my hair after five days, I feel a lot more human now.

I’m still leaking amniotic fluid, ops every 3 hrs, blood tests everyday, antibiotics and iron , same same for another two days. I’m feeling pretty blah on bed rest, I only venture to the bathroom and to refill my water jug. 

We’ve made it a full week since the rupture, a big milestone but we are far from the out of the woods. Trying to be grateful to have made it here. 

Tomorrow is Saturday and I will be 23 weeks which is borderline viable, depends on factors like weight and apgar scores. 

Activity - muscle tone

Pulse - heartrate 

Grimace - reflexes 

Appearance- skin color 

Respiratory- breathing 

Each category gets a score of 0-2 at 1 minute and 5 minutes after birth.

I am advocating aka begging for a transfer to Auckland city hospital and for my steroid shots. My voice isn’t being heard, they said they will do the shots at 2am and we will discuss a transfer tomorrow. I keep pushing and pushing but no one is listening. I have this aweful feeling like the clock will strike midnight and I will turn into a pumpkin. 

And it does…