No I haven’t fallen off a cliff since my last real post months ago. Life just got really crazy sometime shortly after Halloween. If you’re a Facebook friend, you can probably just skip this update because you’ve probably heard it all already. Also, if you’re expecting and would rather not hear about any pregnancy complications you should probably skip this entry.
Sometime around the end of October I caught the Parvo B19 virus, aka Fifth disease. I won’t bore you with tons of details about the disease, but this site has a lot of info if you are interested: http://www.fifthdisease.org/cmsFiles/parvovirus_b19_and_pregnancy_information_booklet.pdf.
In a nutshell, it is something you do not want to get while you are pregnant because it can be very bad for the baby. Otherwise it is pretty common, especially among children, and usually so mild that you might not even know you have it. In my case, I wouldn’t have even known that anything was wrong, except that my son developed a lacy rash about a week after being sick for two days with what I attributed to a bad cold. The same day he had the rash I noticed a similar rash on myself that I had first attributed to wearing a shirt washed in a different laundry detergent. At that point I thought it might be worth it to mention it to my Doctor and have the blood test done to check for Fifth, just in case.
Luckily for baby Beckett and I, we were just past the twenty week mark when I was exposed, which makes for a better prognosis. Even so, the weekly Doppler studies I’ve had since have shown signs of fetal anemia, ranging from severe in the beginning to mild the rest of the time. At around 23-24 weeks, there was concern that he would need a transfusion, so I was given steroid shots to help develop his lungs just in case a transfusion was necessary and something went wrong during the procedure resulting in him being a very preemie baby. The numbers stabilized before a transfusion became necessary, though. 🙂
Normally, he would only be monitored for about eight weeks because the disease has usually resolved by then. Last week, though, his numbers randomly spiked, so we will continue our weekly visits with the specialist indefinitely. Well, I guess, not indefinitely, since he will be born at some point and then weekly sonograms would just be silly. So far, though he appears to be an otherwise healthy, large baby.
I’m so glad that we have the technology to monitor him and to do fetal transfusions if that had been necessary. The extra weekly visits are stressful for me, though. I think he’s getting sick of them, too. I calculated that between the normal sonos I had with my regular OB and the sonos for the Doppler study, I’ve had 17 sonograms done with more to come. All that poking and prodding might explain why Beckett actually turned his head and put his hands up over his face at the last sono when my awesome sono technician tried to get a cute shot of his face. It also might explain why he’s so eager to, um, flash his goods anytime she looks near that general area. I always thought it was just a little boy thing, but I’m beginning to think Beckett is trying to send us a message to leave him alone. If he hates having his picture taken later on, I’m totally blaming it on this.
One thing that is becoming a bit of a concern is his size. With seven or eight weeks to go, depending on who you ask, Beckett appears to be about 5lbs and 5oz. I’m not really surprised or worried, because Finnian was an 8lb 7.5oz baby. What concerns me is that the doctors might start worrying over his size and want to jump to an induction or c-section. I love my doctors, and I do trust them, but it will take more than “he’s measuring big” to make me comfortable with either intervention, especially since I’ve already had one big baby with very few complications.
Anyway, with all the doctor visits, stress and holiday craziness, blogging hasn’t exactly been at the top of my to do list. Sorry about that. Hopefully I’ll be back full steam sharing more than you’d ever want to know soon. 😉