I was 7 months pregnant - and I was not enjoying it. The first few months were amazing. I had beautiful ever-growing bump, my hair was thick and shiny, and I was glowing. We found out we were having a girl, which was always my dream. At 21 weeks I felt her move for the first time and it was pure magic. But by now, I was tired, swollen, and having the most savage migraines every day. One Friday evening after leaving work early with yet another migraine, I put my hand on my belly and realised she hadn't moved much today. Actually, she’d hardly moved at all. Worried sick, we went straight to hospital. Of course, as soon as they strapped me up to monitor baby's heart rate, she started kicking! Not too concerned, they booked me in for a scan on the Monday.
The weekend passed, and I still did not feel my baby girl move about like she had been. What's wrong with you little one i said to her as I lay awake at night worried. By Monday morning, I was too impatient to wait for my scan which was booked for the afternoon, so I went straight to the hospital for monitoring, and later I had the scan. The lady told me my baby was very small. About 2 and a half pounds. The sack around her was very tight and she was stuggling to move, there was also little fluid around her. For the rest of the day, I lay on a bed with these pads taped to my belly They were monitoring her heart rate, which was showing abnormalities. It was dipping down to a very low level before shooting up again. They kept me in over-night, took countless blood pressure readings and samples, gave me steroids, more scans, and kept monitoring the heart rate.
The next day I was moved to my own room and waited. Waited, and waited. The whole time strapped up to this heart rate monitor. Jim, Ruby, Mum and Dad took it in turns to sit with me. A doctor came to tell me that they may have to deliver my baby that day. But i still have 9 weeks to go i said, 2 whole months! I can't have her now, i don't even have a pushchair! The doctor explained that my baby was not growing, and dips in her heart rate meant it was too risky to keep her inside, she needed to be out where she had a better chance. I didn't understand. I did everything right! No alcohol, no smoking, no pate or shellfish bla bla bla, I took all the right vitamins and drank so much milk and water, why wasn't she happy and growing?!! A Paediatrician came to see us. She explained the situation with regards to premature babies. She explained how my baby would be kept in an incubator, and if there were complications she would be transferred to another hospital. There was a lot more to this, only it went straight through me.. I was in shock.
For the rest of the day, I sat on this bed, in this room, strapped to this monitor in complete denial thinking they won't deliver my baby today, they're just giving me worst case scenario! I'll go home and she'll be break dancing in my belly again in no time. Later, I was told that they were not sure if they were going to deliver her, as doctors could not come to a final decision. Leave her in the womb and hope she will improve or bring her out and let science take over?