Last week we had a midwife appointment and it did not go quite as planned. The complete opposite really.
As she took my blood pressure, she became concerned. She took it again, not much better. We had to start talking about what would happen if I developed pre-eclampsia again, but this time early. This means high blood pressure and protein in my urine. Basically, if I developed pre-eclampsia before 37 weeks, I would have to be put on hospital bed rest until 37 weeks when baby boy could be safely induced and delivered.
The next step was for me to do a 24 hour urine collection and then send it off to be tested. If there was more than 300 (I’m not sure exactly how to put this, so bear with me) in my urine then I would be considered at risk. So from 7:15am on Friday until 7:15am on Saturday, I collected my urine. It was extremely unglamorous and I was extremely nervous of what the results would be.
In addition to the urine collection, I am monitoring my blood pressure – taking it every morning and evening. The at risk zones are if the top number goes over 140 or if the bottom number goes above 90. I have a log going that I will bring with me to my next appointment and only contact my midwife it the blood pressure spikes into one of the at risk zones.
I held it together during our appointment, but I was extremely frustrated and disappointed that I might have to birth in the hospital. The hardest part was knowing that I was trying really hard to do better this time in order to not have this happen. Eating healthier, being more active, taking the recommended medication. It is so hard to hear that “it’s not your fault” “you’re doing everything you can do” “you may be predisposed” “it’s hereditary” “there’s no tried and true way to avoid it”… as much as those phrases are supposed to be helpful, they are more discouraging than anything.
I didn’t enjoy my hospital birth last time – the experience or the cost – but it’s even less appealing amidst a pandemic. With that being said, that evening was full of multiple breakdowns. The silver-lining I keep focusing on: at least we’ve done it before, so we kind of know what to expect.
So I received the results of the urine collection and they were positive! My count came in at 202, so I am not currently at risk. My blood pressure has not spiked since I’ve started monitoring it. This is all great and encouraging news. I will continue to monitor my blood pressure every morning and night and will only have to do another urine collection if my blood pressure spikes. Praise God for these wonderful results.
I humbly ask you to pray for me – that my blood pressure would stay low and steady, that no protein would build up in my urine, and that baby boy can continue to cook until he is good and ready to be born. I am praying for all those things as well as general health for me and baby boy, no induction needed, and no need to go to the hospital. If you’re not the praying type, please send all your hugs and positive vibes. ❤