My niece is expecting her second litter of children - twins - in July. While she has been very anxious about these new additions to her family, she lives just a few minutes from Nashville where the hospitals and doctors are all top-notch. (They even have guitar-playing singers during delivery belting out tunes such as "Hockey Tonk Diapers", "My Baby's Leaving Me (so cut the cord already)", and "The C-Section Saga") Still, the developing babies were taking a toll on her even though she has been faithful following doctor's orders of getting lots of rest, eating well, and taking prenatal vitamins.
Then the floods hit Nashville a few days ago. (No, her water did not break!) Her body, not accustomed to the increase blood system in system, went into labor just as waters buried the roads to the hospital. She was in such a state that the emergency crews had to airlift her to the Nashville Medical Center. (What some people will do for a free helicopter ride!) The medical team pumped her full of drugs to try and stop the contractions. They also injected her with enough steroids to make several athletes jealous. But in my niece's case, the steroids are to speed up the development of the babies' lungs. Fortunately, she not competing in the Olympics any time soon. But I am buying a set of weights for the twins after they're born.
On Friday, the hospital sent my niece home and confined her to her bed. Monday, we'll learn about the blood test that determine if the doctors will take the babies prematurely. We're all hoping for the best. A few more weeks of womb service would do the babies good.
1 comment:
Very original post. I love my nieces and nephews for a lot of the same reasons.
Glenn
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