2 mornings in a row I spent some time at the hospital for the wee little one. OK, OK... BIG ONE (more on this later).
One day was planned, one not so much.
I woke up for my first shift on my new schedule and took my BP like I do every morning after I get up and going, and I got a sky high diastolic reading. I took it again on the other arm, same thing. The pulse correlated with the heart rate, so I made the call and they wanted me to come in right away.
20 minutes later we we're sitting in my Dr's office worried sick if I was starting the path to preeclampsia again. My BP was elevated but thankfully it wasn't anywhere close to what I got at home. They checked some labs and those all came back 100% PERFECT. So I was cleared to go to work and continue on my day.
Today at my normal appointment, we found out this baby is over a week ahead in growth, 70% to be exact. He weighs about 10 ounces at 18.6 weeks and is YES, still a boy. My placenta is behaving and LOOKS like it has not invaded the uterine wall through my c-section scar (yet) and we are hoping it stays that way for the remainder of this pregnancy.
All good news, something we barely got with little Nolan. When Nolan was 18.6 weeks, he was 3% and falling off the charts. So I am sure you can believe I almost fell out of my seat when she mentioned 70%. Baby 'hopefully we stick to the name we picked' stays on this track- if so, I am in for it. Guess this explains why I have grown to a size we didn't see until I was 23 weeks with Nolan and how I constantly feel this baby kicking. Bliss. I'll embrace every second of it.
Bless this baby, but my family is convinced he is coming out the size of a sumo baby, just like my little sister Molly.
10.5lbs and throwing gang signs out of the womb. .
Yes, she is this bad ass.
And NO, she was NOT a c-section. Poor Mom