"I can't believe I am telling you this."
Hubby had made it safely to Chicago for a week of work which in January is a feat in itself and I had enlisted my father to drive me to my afternoon appointment. It was the first day back to school after Christmas break, but I had written my supervisor to be sure it was ok that I do some grading from home that morning. We were hoping the appointment would hold some answers to help resolve my discomfort. Who knew? Maybe they would put me on bedrest.
I hadn't felt great, so I had a blueberry muffin first thing in the morning, no coffee (because I was being super careful and not allowing myself any caffeine), and submitted the last assignment I had to complete for my second Master's. I made sure I was ready to go and grabbed an apple just in case I got hungry. Grandma arrived to watch big sister, dad texted that I was in the driveway, and big sister came to give me a hug. "I won't be long, just a couple hours for the babies appointments, and I will be home with you," I told her.
I grabbed my purse. After all, all I needed for the appointment was my ID and insurance card. The drive to the doctor was only about 30 minutes. I wasn't too uncomfortable, but I was glad that I didn't have to drive. Dad needed a couple directions to make sure he knew where we were headed, but my "Vehicle Operator" father (No, really. He literally, actually wrote books (textbooks) on the subject) didn't let me down and we were at the office door in no time. "Be back soon. It usually doesn't take long." He headed to the neighboring Kroger to look for deals and wait out the exam time.
Things were normal. Check in and present ID. "Do you have any changes to your address or insurance?" they asked and I sat to wait to be called. They called me, weighed me, and sent me to the ultrasound room. All normal. I explained the past week to my tech as she slathered on gel and started her scans.
I was having a lot of difficulty laying for the exam. As most pregnant women know, you really can't lay on your back after a certain point because all the pressure of what ya got going on up front, will cut off circulation to your extremities. All the weight and pressure made it hard for me to breathe and I had to set up every often to catch my breath. The kind staff offered me a Sprite and kindly let me remove my mask to try to alleviate my discomfort.
Another thing most pregnant women can attest too, is how excitedly ultrasound techs like to point our features and print out pictures. Not only was this not the case, but the tech stopped out to get the doctor, who usually doesn't appear until you are move to the next room. The tech kept focusing on the same area and didn't chat. I have dealt with many nurses and techs recently...How many do you know that don't chat?
The tech left and the doctor came in. "I can't believe I am telling you this," she said.
I stopped her. "Twin transfusion (that I had been asking and asking about) happened. Something's wrong," I said.
"We can't find Baby A's heartbeat," she said. My mind flashed to the times I had complained that they shouldn't be able to kick me in the ribs and the hip at the same time, at least not so early. "I called a specialist (who I was familiar with because we had been referred to him for a scan for my first child after mentioning the same concerns that we stated with these...when there was only one and I was five years younger) and he will meet you at the hospital with his equipment."
I texted my dad, held it together til I got to the car, and dad drove. Luckily, all the main hospitals were in the same direction from the doctor's office. It took me a while to get it together enough to tell him which one.
Rayna Moore -
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