I'm trying to update this as much as possible while I go through this process. It is a little difficult with not having a lot of time but I think it is important to catch what I'm feeling at the time versus a few days later. Anyway yesterday was day two of my consultation. Knowing I was a candidate physically really made going into day two a little easier. Day two started meeting with the doctor that will take care of Andrew if he is born too early. She gave us the cold hard facts as I like to call them. One of the biggest risks of having this surgery is the possibility of him coming too early. The goal is to make it to 37 weeks but as long as he comes anytime after 30 weeks most of the risks should go down (I'm 21 weeks now). It is definitely scary but again I have to keep going with my heart that this surgery will help Andrew.
The next meeting was with the head nurse that went over what will happen the day of the surgery from a-z. She even walked us to the double doors of the operating room and showed me where my husband would have to stop. It was very dramatic and kind of like the movies. He is allowed to hold my hand up to a line on the floor and then they whisk me to the operating room. I could have probably been spared all the details of the actual surgery. I get squeamish over a paper cut so hearing everything that is about happen on Tuesday made me a little nauseous. I just kept picturing Andrew's legs moving on the ultrasound and if there is a chance to keep that movement I will do anything.
The third meeting we had was a hard one. I try to stay as positive as possible but I also have my down moments. This was one of them. A social worker took us on a tour of the Newborn ICU. We got to see where Andrew will go after he is born. Seeing the babies in the ICU was tough. A month ago at this time I was window shopping at the Baby Gap wondering if I would be buying blue or pink outfits. Now I'm touring the ICU in Philly. Knowing your baby is going to need to go to the ICU after he comes into this world isn't exactly how you picture it when you find out you are pregnant. The social worker could see I was starting to lose it and she made a really good point. She said if Andrew is here then he made it through the prenatal surgery and he made it to the end goal so I should look at the ICU as a good thing. This did make me feel better.
Well this will be my last post until about a week after the surgery. My husband will update the blog after my surgery. Please keep Andrew in your prayers this is a big week for him.