I feel like a cockroach.
You know, the kind you just can't kill.
Don't get me wrong, in this case that isn't a bad thing.
Both my liver and kidney functions improved and/or stabilized.
Again.
Which means I escaped delivery one more time.
Dr. Peri walked into my room shaking his head.
"I just cannot believe you are still here!"
Obviously it won't last forever.
Everything has started to take a toll on my body as I mentioned yesterday.
I have been living on borrowed time since they started the labetalol exactly one week ago.
And we are grateful for every day.
Dr. Peri says the babies look great on monitoring.
He did a growth ultrasound today and estimated the babies range from 1030 to 1170 gm (2.2 to 2.5lb). Smaller than we would like, but consistent with expectations in light of the preeclampsia and the treatment for my blood pressure which can also worsen growth restriction. But they are growing. And at this point gestational age is more important than size.
I may be a cockroach flailing away on my back...
But I'm not dead yet!
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We are so glad that you are still there! Although, easier for us to say, than you. You are a trooper! Hang in there! We love you!
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