This is just a quick update about my appointment with the specialist on Monday. I am relieved and happy to share that there is low risk of placenta accreta!

The placenta is higher up so it’s nowhere near the incision from my standard c-section with Archer, and it’s only partially covering the incision from my classical c-section from my delivery with Holdon. It’s technically an anterior placenta, but it’s leaning towards the side a bit so fortunately only a portion of it is covering the classical incision, and the part that is, is not growing into the scarring at this time and doesn’t look like it’s going to over the coming weeks. This is such a relief!! I knew deep down that I would be okay with whatever we found out as long as the delivery would be safe and baby girl would be safe, but now that I have this good news, I have to admit that I really was afraid for the worst and was dreading the prospect of losing my uterus. I knew that if there was any growth into the scarring and/or my uterus, they would not have taken any chances and a hysterectomy would have been scheduled as part of my delivery. Now I know that won’t be necessary and I’m just so relieved. Phew! We can breath a little easier over the next 5 weeks before our scheduled c-section on May 4th.

We’re in the home stretch now. I’ll be 32 weeks on Friday and we’ll be delivering baby girl at 36 weeks 6 days so, so we only have just a little over a month left to go! Please God, let everything continue to go smoothly the next 5 weeks and let us welcome our little girl safely on May 4th!

That’s it for today. The miracle toddler is about to wake up from his nap, but I really wanted to just update everyone on the appointment with the Perinatologist in case anyone was wondering how it went. I have another post in my drafts I’ll be posting soon about all the pregnant people in my life right now. I’ve noticed a lot of our fellow bloggers posting the same thing happening to them. I guess it’s baby-paloosa right now. I can’t even express how thankful and fortunate I am to be among them, but I do have some emotions about this that I want to write about so stay tuned for that post. I also have a post I need to write about Holdon’s upcoming birthday. If he had survived, he would be turning 7 on April 6th. It’s just so hard to believe it’s been 7 years, since he was born and nearly 8 years since we began this journey into parenthood with that first positive pregnancy test. I was so naive that day when I took that test and found out I was pregnant the first month trying. I had no clue how wrong that pregnancy would go and the long journey we would end up taking to become parents. I’ve been so emotional lately thinking about Holdon’s upcoming birthday and all that we’ve been through. My thoughts are in a jumble but I will be writing about this soon. I need to write about it. I’ll just end by saying that Monday’s appointment with the Perinatologist, Dr. F,  didn’t help with all these emotions coming to the surface because he is the same specialist we saw when I was pregnant with Holdon. It’s been nearly 7 years since we saw him, and what incredible timing it is that we should see him again now on almost the exact anniversary, 7 years later since we saw him last. This certainly didn’t help with my anxiety going into the appointment. He was the the doctor who discovered I was so sick with that pregnancy. He discovered that Holdon was growth restricted by a month and ran a bunch of tests and sent us over to the high level hospital so we would deliver there with the higher level NICU. He probably saved my life, and though Holdon didn’t survive in the end, he gave him the best chance he could. We had 3 months with Holdon, 3 months we may not have had if he hadn’t caught the HELLP Syndrome when he did. We will forever be grateful to Dr. F for this. This gratitude doesn’t make it any easier that we had to see him again after all these years though. It was kind of strange and surreal really. At the end of the appointment, my husband said thank you to him for everything he did for us when we were pregnant with Holdon. For such a brilliant doctor, he seemed at a loss for words. He just looked at us and said he was so sorry it didn’t end differently for us back then, and that he was happy to see us now and doing well and that for once , I could leave an OB appointment without any PTSD. Ha! There will always be PTSD. I don’t think I’ll ever really recover from it, but it meant a lot to me that he recognized the trauma we went through and was glad to be the bearer of good news for a change.

And here we are, nearly 8 years later since this journey began, and getting so close to finally completing our family. I cannot change how we got here, but we got here, and for that I’m so thankful.

Happy Wednesday everyone. I hope you’re all having a good week and sending lots of love.

xo