Let's get on the same page here.

30 weeks!  Yesterday we made it to 30 weeks.  This is big doings in the triplet world, apparently, and now the doctors are confident that everyone will do well when out.  When that will be seems to vary based on who I talk to, but the timeline has been shortened, and here's the story on that.

Jesse and Axel had been here for the weekend; Axel left with Grandpa and Grandma on Saturday - a 3 year old can spend only so much time in a hospital room before we've exhausted all forms of entertainment for him.  Jesse decided he'd spend Sunday night here, too, and go back Monday morning.  We watched the Super Bowl on the 30" TV in my hospital room, and not the 60" plasma at home (sniff, sniff).  Did you see the Volkswagen commercial with little Darth Vadar?  That cracked me up, because it is so something my own dad would have done to us when we were growing up.  Here's the link to see it on YouTube if you missed it, and even if you saw it and knew my dad, it may be worth watching again just to imagine him doing that.  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R55e-uHQna0

I decided to use the bathroom one more time before bed, and again with the bleeding.  Called in the nurse, who I had just met that night and instantly disliked, and she came to check out the situation.  The monitors got hooked up again to see if everyone was okay, but this joker decided that it was too much of a pain to find Baby C, so she just monitored A and B.  I was pretty anxious at this point, which is not usually my style, and thought even if I don't like her I should not be telling her how to do her job (the next day the specialist I see often was appalled that Baby C was not monitored after a bleed, so she may have gotten in trouble, heh heh).

You may remember me saying last time that if I bleed anymore they will take the babies out, which is probably why I was suddenly anxious at 11:00 Sunday night, and so was Jesse.  His teeth were even chattering, and he, too, is not a nervous person.  The doctor on call thought if I was fine and the babies were fine they weren't going to do anything about it that night.  Let's get on the same page here, people.  That's not what the other doctor said on Friday.  Jesse pointed out that if it was not 11:00 at night they might have thought harder about it, which leaves me wondering if it is only okay to have a medical emergency during regular business hours.  Isn't that why I'm living in the hospital? 

The next morning I had a biophysical; babies are still in good shape, and a blood test showed that my hemoglobin was actually higher than before.  If it had dropped below a certain point they were going to take the babies out Monday morning, so Jesse stuck around for the test results, but when they determined it was not immediately necessary they told him he could go home.  The specialist who checks on me regularly came later to say that this will now not go on past 32 weeks.  That is about average for triplets, she said, and given that there seems to be a pattern of bleeding now it's not necessary to drag that out for any longer.  So, less than two weeks now!  If I make it that long, I will have been here for five weeks, which is long enough.

In the last couple days I've started having stronger contractions, so that's another factor that could contribute to the arrival of the babies.  Every night they ask me if I want to take something to help me sleep, and I never need it, but last night thought maybe that'd be okay because my stomach was hurting on a regular basis and perhaps I could sleep through it then.  So I got my drugs and turned out the lights about ten, and woke up later from a contraction.  It was 11:00.  So no, I did not sleep better.  I woke up every hour with a horrible cramping stomach.  This makes me sound like a whiner, but I just want to get a good night's sleep!

 The nurse and doctor told me this morning that I looked tired, so I thought maybe I'd take a nap this afternoon.  I told my nurse and she told me she'd tell people I was sleeping and not to come in.  Apparently they didn't all get the message, because a little later a different nurse came in.  Wow, it's so quiet in here, she says.  Yeah, and maybe you noticed I'd fully reclined my bed and had my eyes shut.  Do you want some Jell-O? she asks.  That's why she came.  To see if I wanted Jell-O.  Another nurse saw the door open so she came in, too, asking if the ice cream she brought me on Sunday caused the bleeding.  If it did, I said, then bring me more ice cream and let's end this!

Jesse is coming back tomorrow and waiting this out with me.  If / when something does happen, he'd never make it here in time, and since they've put it under two weeks he's decided to move in and play it safe.  Hopefully it's not too long!  Everyone here, us and the staff (and probably many of you) are so excited to see what we've got in here.

PS, thanks for the mail - the address works!