Friday, August 1, 2008

Pink

Who knew that pink could be such a frightening color?

Yesterday afternoon my body started producing some pinkness along with my typical fluid "output" and the result was understandably alarming. I was as worried and scared as I've been since this whole thing began. My nurse didn't seem too concerned about it, but there isn't much in the way of reassuring news to be had in this situation. I called Peter to let him know about the change and I thought of calling my friend, but didn't want to cry on the phone. As long as everything stays the same with my condition, I'm mostly fine, but any change brings the uncertainty and risk of the situation to the surface and I end up a mass of nerves. It's cruelly unfair that even at a time like this, I am still not permitted a glass of whiskey.

One of my super-specialist doctors came on his rounds this morning and was very reassuring. I could continue to spot like this throughout the rest of my pregnancy and that it has a lot to do with having low fluid levels. Apparently amniotic fluid, among many other things, keeps your uterus from getting irritated and scuffed up by your big, wiggly baby. When you don't have much, well, irritation and scuffing ensues. It has nothing to do with how well the pregnancy is going--high-risk factors aside. Of course, it can mean that your cervix is dilating and that you are going into labor, but my lack of regular contractions suggests that this is not the case. I stand reassured.

It is amazing to me how some people have this natural ability to reassure, comfort, and encourage and others, no matter how well intentioned, simply do not. It is a gift, and I'm glad to see it's not as rare as I once thought.

3 comments:

Milehimama said...

Well, praise God that your doctor has that gift! That's way better than the one that told me "the outcome could be fetal demise..." when I had a complication!

kristina said...

Oh Sarah, I really wish that I could make this better (or at the very least less scary) for you. The good news is that you are one more day pregnant than you were yesterday. The bad news is that you ideally want to go many more days. I agree -- it is cruelly unfair that you can't have a stiff drink.

Jenny said...

Hi. I know I'm a total stranger to you, but I feel like I ought to de-lurk to tell you that I've been checking your blog (since I found a prayer request for you on someone else's blog... I've forgotten whose). I pray for you every morning. I've got three babies--twins who will be two next month, and an infant who will be 6 months when the big girls are two. Anyway, loving on my babies makes me hope you're able to love on yours soon (though not *too* soon!).

I wish there was something I could do to help alleviate the boredom and monotony of your hospital stay. Since I was "high-risk" with the twins, it was a distinct possibility that I would spend some time on bedrest (by the grace of God, though, I had an easy pregnancy and thus no bedrest).

I'll continue to pray for you, and I look forward to reading more good news.

Have a good weekend.
Jenny