A little Oliver Graham drama.

So, we knew for a while that my placenta wasn't attached in the best place.  However, we had HIGH HOPES that as I grew and Ollie G grew that it would move.  Unfortunately, it hasn't.  I have what is called placenta previa (I refuse to google research this.  My sister did tell me that my risk was increased if I did a lot of coke.)

Basically, my placenta is partially covering my cervix which means I will have to have a C Section.  I do not want this.  But, it is what it is.  What happens is also that randomly you bleed.  I woke up a few weeks ago in blood.  Check into the hospital.  They monitored me for 2 days.  OG's heart beat stayed strong.  I didn't have any contractions.  I was sent home on bed rest.  Some of that bed rest was lifted--I could pick up my kids.  Then, it happened again.  Back in the hospital for 2 days for monitoring.  Heart rate strong.  Some "irritable uterus".  No contractions.  Strict bed rest.

How do you do this?  I have two small children.  I am home with them.  How does one tell a one and four year old that you can't pick them up?  Tha tyou can't go play?  That you can't go to the pool?  or anything you usually do?

Thankfully, my husband is amazing.  My mom has come twice.  So generous.  My sister.  My friend Deana.  My friend Katie who brought me food.  My friend Cate who sent the BEST "get well" package--ever.  It had a book.  Shower wipes.  Dry shampoo.  lip gloss.  an arts and crafts project.  AND CHOCOLATE.  I'm sure I'm missing something.  It was so so kind.

So that is the update.  I'm sitting around waiting for this to happen again, and hoping that it doesn't.  I want him to stay in as long as possible.  I don't want to go back to the hospital until this baby is born.  The next time I have another "episode" I'm in for good.  Lets avoid that.  Because though I don't love having a needle in my arm 24-7, sleeping in a hospital bed, being away from my family (terrible), I want this baby to grow grow grow.  stay stay stay.  thrive thrive thrive.

So that's that.  He's trying to one up Meyer's drama of jaundice, extreme spit up for a year, a visit to the children's hospital, and helmet head.  Touche.