I am so thankful that I listened to the nurses and took seriously the need to do movement counts. It was the first part of March and I was sitting on the couch taking my counts and I only got three movements. That was cause for alarm as that was a minimum number I was to have. I called the doctor’s office immediately and they instructed me to take the counts again. I did, and this time I only counted two, then, one. The doctor’s office told me to get to the hospital immediately. Of course my husband and everyone else was at work, and I didn’t have time to waste. I jumped (ok waddled) into my car and drove myself the 25 minute drive to the hospital. I was admitted to the hospital and placed in a room.
The hardest part of all this was my family was about three hours away. Luckily, my doctor happened to be on duty at the hospital. He had me hooked up to just about every monitor you can imagine. It was determined that for whatever reason, whenever I moved I was cutting off air supply to the twins. My doctor informed me that I would not be able to leave the hospital until the twins were delivered. Fortunately, I was on bed rest and was taking the nurses advice seriously about taking movement counts. If I had not been taking my counts and was not proactive in getting to the hospital, it very well could have been too late. The doctor ordered an amnio to check the lung development of the twins. Of course I was petrified, because originally my doctor did not have me take an amnio because of the potential risk of miscarriage. He assured me it was necessary. I have to say that long needle is very intimidating! It was determined that the twin’s lung were developed enough and the risk of not delivering was too high. I was scheduled for my c-section the next day…
