Today I went in for NST #1 this week. I have another scheduled on Thursday morning. Basically, when a baby goes past it's due date they make sure the baby is ok in there. They hook us up to monitors to check heartbeats, movements, etc. (She's doing great!)
Then they do an AFI, which is something about measuring the amniotic fluid. At first, they didn't think she had much, so I asked the question..... if there's not enough in there, would I be induced earlier (answer is yes!) but they found some.
I also asked, since I currently do not have an appointment in the clinic (I was in Labor & Delivery today and Thursday) if she could check my cervix. Still nothing happening there either. Whatever I felt yesterday must have been my imagination, dehydration or constipation. (not really, but it rhymes....)
And finally, the answer to literally the biggest question I have, "is she really 8 lbs?" And the answer to that is "YEAH, she's about 8 lbs" and the answer to the follow up question about whether or not she'll fit coming out, "no one knows until you try".
The beautiful thing is that next Monday at this time, instead of writing on my blog, I will be in some form of labor or another. There is a light at the end of this LONG, LONG, LONG tunnel!
Not to close on a down note, but my doula, Doris Ann lost her mom last night. I believe she had some form of cancer (maybe lung cancer?) and fought for a long time. I called her after my appointment this morning to tell her that I am fine and hanging in there, and I could tell something was wrong. She's been staying in the hospital with her around the clock (when she's not helping with a birth) to be there for her. Please remember her and her family in your prayers. The funeral is Wednesday. She did say, "Don't worry about me. I have to do this for you guys, it will really help me a lot".
I keep thinking that little Mackenzie is something of an angel. I mean, of course she is, but she was conceived when no one thought she would or could be, she has helped keep her mommy and daddy both close and positive throughout an unexpectedly long deployment, she was conceived within days of one of my grandmothers' passing away, AND she seems to understand that she needs to wait just a little longer for Daddy and even Doris Ann. She's just a little miracle in so many ways, and certainly a gift from God. I hope I can always remember that.
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Of course she's an angel!!! And an angel needs a Husker T-Shirt, which is what I bought her today. The smallest one was a 12M, but I think it shrank a little and by the way she's going, it just might fit when she arrives!!
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