This morning I had my first third trimester prenatal appointment, and the good news is that our baby is growing well and thriving (measuring a full week and a half ahead), PLUS my blood pressure is – somewhat – under control.
The bad news is that the placenta previa that my OBGYN discovered a couple of months ago has not resolved, and we’re now worrying about placenta accreta (not uncommon in repeat c-section pregnancies). This means a number of things, none of which are good: risk of third trimester bleeding, premature labor and birth, early delivery, risk of hemorrhaging during delivery with a possible emergency hysterectomy as a result. I am trying not to worry about these worst case scenarios at this point, but it’s hard not to (and my OBGYN’s comment, “Don’t worry! You’ll be in the biggest hospital in Lebanon!” didn't exactly help either…). My poor little baby! And, help, I can’t lose my uterus!
I am praying that the MRI and level 2 ultrasound that are scheduled a few weeks from now will show that everything is fine, or at least not as bad as it might look. (And if it looks bad, then “we’ll have to burn that bridge when we get there,” as my dad used to joke.)
In the meantime, I am going to take it very, very easy, and will have to cut out some of my regular activities for the remainder of my pregnancy. Better safe than sorry, right?