Today, 29-3, was uneventful again (with the exception of Jackie coming to visit Moni and bringing her magazines) until the sono. Danna broke her record of quickest 8 of 8 in the world, by knocking an 8 of 8 in about three minutes today. We even got our first profile picture of her. She has a face (Moni and I were starting to get worried).
All four heartbeats were good, and then today Danna was scheduled for a doppler (checking of the umbilical cord) so we began that part of the sono. We thought disaster was striking. I thought I was going to be a daddy tonight. Our sonotech checked, rechecked, called for Dr. Clewell, rechecked again, and the same reading kept coming up on the screen. Moni and I could see the screen, and we have been to enough sonos to know that that reading was not what we wanted to see. Our limited knowledge, and the tech's overall silence, was telling us that we were seeing reverse flow. They checked from many different positions and angles and kept getting the same thing.
All of this was happening until Dr. Clewell walked in the room. It was like Danna heard his voice, and decided the joke was up. She showed us all exactly what we wanted to see. In fact, she had her highest score on a doppler since we were told of her placenta's condition.
Side note: It reminded me so much of the time my dog, Goldberg, got ran over by a four wheeler. He lied there like he was dying until he heard our neighbor, Bud, cock his gun to put him out of his misery. The second Goldberg heard that gun cock he was up running around like he was saying, "I'm fine! Don't shoot me!"
Danna had played her little joke, and it had us all fooled. The sonotech even went back and doublechecked it to make sure that she hadn't accidentally switched babies. Dr. Clewell said that it is normal to get that reading when you looked too close to the baby's bellybutton or the baby's placenta.
I think Danna is just a little mischievous, Monica thinks she already likes to push the envelope. Either way, we are both SO relieved. She is a little brat, though, and she will be grounded when she is born.
After the sono, uneventfulness resumed, but we learned that when we push Forrest, he pushes back. A.J. or Ryno might have to teach him how to fight. We also learned that Jackie's husband, Torrey, does really exist. He came up tonight, and we got to meet him for the first time. He is an extremely nice man, but a few of his ideas are a little skewed, e.g. his love for LSU over Bama. Also, he pointed out my downfalls as a husband, e.g. I haven't found a Chick-Fil-A for Monica yet, and I haven't shaved Moni's legs (she won't let me though, I've tried). What a jerk I am! Moni and I talked after they left, and we are really excited because we think we may have made dear friends for life.
Grandma Vicki, Moni's "Ouch" shirt has finally got a little snug.
This is one thing I can do that Torre can't. I can pop a wheelie.
As for Moni, her contractions have increased. They gave her a medicine called Nyfedipine (Procardia) to help the Terb control the contractions. They didn't want to mess with the Terbutaline, because the step up from Terb is mag, and everyone wants to avoid that. They also found a small amount of protein in her urine, which means she is in the beginning stages of Preeclampsia. Don't panic all you med people and mamas out there. We all knew it was coming, and it is only in the beginning stages. They will continue to monitor her blood pressure which has been slowly creeping up.
As for me, I love the QT for their patience and understanding. I love all of you for your caring. I love my family for the unconditional love and support. I love Pius for watching out for Danna. I love Forrest for his ADHD and humor. I love Danna for her little sense of humor (which I will try to help her understand good practical jokes and bad ones. I love Laine for his contentment. I love my wife for her strength. What a stud!
More to come...in two days.
P.S. Erin, tell the Eagle that some of us have a family to tend to.
P.S. Delane, we are sorry for pointing the accusatory finger at you. We whole-heartedly apologize.