Friday morning (Dec. 27) I felt a lot better (probably from the stress of Nate leaving being taken away) and we left for our follow-up appointment at the hospital feeling optimistic.
During the ultrasound, Karen (the ultrasound tech) was chatty and chipper. She did a better job than the tech from our first diagnosis – we didn’t suspect a thing. Then the Dr. came in and blind-sided us. He told us my fluid had dropped to a critical level, and I needed to be admitted.
It didn’t seem like there was an external leak, but it is common after open fetal surgery for there to be in internal leak. They break the “bag of waters” when they cut open the uterus, and try their best to seal everything back up, but it doesn’t always work. Sometimes everything seals up on its own afterward, and the fluid levels go back up, but usually not. If the fluid level goes back up, I can go home. If not, I have to be in the hospital until we deliver, which at that point would be at 34 weeks, or until something happened.
I was disappointed, but the Dr. seemed optimistic that the fluid would go up and we would be able to go home. (Weeks later he admitted he was faking, and really thought I would be “held hostage” – his words – until I delivered. I’m glad he’s a good faker and I didn’t know that at the time.) He was pretty vague, and I took it to mean – maybe I can go home tomorrow!