We are back home, there's snow on the ground, and we're trying to get back into our routine. Yesterday, I had three different tests to determine if I was able to go, or have to get back into the hospital. Luckily, everything went well with Rowan's echo. Her heart continues to show improved function and it's beating at a steady 160 bpm. Next I had to have another NST, which she failed. So I had to get a BPP (biophysical profile), which is just an in-depth ultrasound that tries to determine the health of the baby. She did great on that, so I'm not sure what's going on with the NST.
Now that we're back home, I will be going to the doctor twice a week—once to check her heart rate, and another to have an NST and whatever else the Dr. wants to do. I'm now nearly 33 weeks along, so we're in much better shape for delivery and her chances get better every day.
We have been promised that the hard part is still to come—after Rowan has been born. I'm going to do my best to enjoy the coming weeks and to get done as much as possible, both for work and around the house. The new medication I'm on (flecainide) proves to be even more difficult on me than the digoxin was (I'm still on that too.) My vision has been impaired (a common side effect) and it's difficult for me to focus on anything, which gives me a headache and makes me even more nauseous (yes, I still throw up every day.) I'm thankful that I've never had problems with my eyes until now and that it is only temporary. As a result, I'm quite useless for at least the first few hours after each dose, which I take every twelve hours at 8am and 8pm. I have also lost a bit more weight—I'm still at 13/14 pounds for the entire pregnancy—but since Rowan is growing, no one seems concerned.
Thank you again for all of your support and kind words. I'll keep you updated on our progress—hopefully with no more hospital visits until delivery.