I can finally admit to myself that what is happening is serious. I’ve felt so positive about what is going on that I was afraid to say it aloud because I didn’t want the doubts to begin. The negativity of others. But then I stopped and thought, those who love me will want nothing but the best for me and will want to help in any way they can. So now it’s time to share.
I was told at my halfway check up that my placenta was low, which could be a previa (this means that the placenta is outside and of the uterus, which can cause a multitude of problems). I was put on pelvic rest and told to take it easy, which I complied. Monday morning as I was getting dressed for work, I experienced light bleeding, so I immediately came to the hospital. That’s when the tests, monitoring, and ultrasounds began. All signs of health were there until the ultrasound. It was obvious that I had a previa, so I was admitted into the hospital to figure out a course of action.
That afternoon, the high risk specialist came in. She gently sat on my bed and hooked up the ultrasound machine and began to explore my belly. She found what she referred to as a suspicious area from the placenta. It was close to my uterus and possibly encroaching upon my bladder. Since I had stopped bleeding, they scheduled the MRI for two weeks and I spent the night in prayer, while magnesium coursed its way through my body as a preventative for if the baby came early. I was also injected with a steroid to pump up his lungs.
Late Tuesday afternoon I experienced a little more spotting. My doctor ordered an MRI for Wednesday morning to find out what was going on. That evening she came in and reported that I have a minimal accreta, which means that the placenta attached part of itself onto the scar tissue of my uterus. The biggest concern is hemorrhaging. That’s what is most risky for me. Luckily, it is minimum now, but it still has a chance to grow, so I’ll have to be monitored closely. If it looks like it will get more aggressive, then I will be transferred to Texas Children’s Hospital in Houston where the staff is more practiced with such special cases.
Part of the protocol is that I will have a hysterectomy after my son is delivered via c-section. It is likely that I will need a blood transfusion.
All of the facts can send the mind swimming in a rough sea of confusion, yet I’ve somehow held onto some type of rock that keeps me from flinging through the currents. I am lucky that we figured this out early and have been able to put preventative steps in place. I am starting to add more iron to my diet to make sure my blood is strong. So far, everything looks as positive as it can for this situation.
Am I saddened that I won’t be able to bear more children? Yes. But, I’m also grateful that I have been able to carry four beautiful boys. We had been praying for a while about what would happen after this baby. To be honest, I am very tired after having four pregnancies in about five years. So in a strange way, I feel that God is revealing this to be the answer. I feel reassured that I was very open to life and now I just have to trust him to get me through this next phase.
For now, I rest. This may be the last chance I get to rest for 20 years, so I will take advantage. Relaxing is a weakness of mine, so there’s another opportunity for a life lesson.
The reality is I have the facts in front of me and now I can choose to focus my energy on the healing aspect of my body. Our bodies can do miraculous things, and I really feel that if I remain in the light of the Lord and share laughter and offer up thanks with my friends and family, that no matter what happens, I will be in a great place. So please, no worries. Do not fear.
The goal is for the accreta to remain minimal and for me to make it to 34 weeks, which is mid-January. This is not impossible. My biggest need is for prayers. Prayers to remain positive. Prayers for my family through this challenging time. Prayers for all of my wonderful doctors and nurses who are caring for me. Prayers for world peace. Prayers. Prayers. Prayers. And Peace.
Thank you all for the continued support. I truly feel the power of your love. In the words of Journey, “Don’t Stop Believing”.
I’ll leave you with Psalm 62:8, “My safety and glory are with God, my strong rock and refuge.”
With love and peace,