So this past week had been a crazy, busy one…
My pregnancy hormones have triggered an onset of epilepsy symptoms and after an urgent referral with my neurologist and going to see him on Wednesday he is concerned its all pointing to an impending seizure so Ive been put straight back onto anti convulsives. Im not thrilled to be back in them but the risks of not and having a seizure and it bejng detremental to our unborn son outweigh being back on the meds.
Then on Thursday I saw my midwife. She is concerned the severity of the SPD which I have developed and how much it is affecting my mobillity, along with the news about the epilepsy she doesnt think I will go past 38weeks and will need to either be induced or that the consultant may now want to opt for a section.
Friday was Neils last day at school before the summer holidays. Its now 7weeks off school so now need to think of things to keep the boys occupied and busy.
Saturday was a lovely day..We got to see our lil man again via 4D scan. He has changed so much since we last saw him at 24weeks. He is starting to put on fat so looks more baby than alien lol. We tyen took the boys over to our friends field so they could go riding.. Ethan wasnt too sure but Neil loved it so Im now considering lo9king into riding for him. I jnow there is somewhere local which does lessons for children with additional needs and think ot would be perfect.
Now yesterday was a horrendous day. My lovely husband has gone and got himself admitted into hospital. The likelyhood its only a sever migraine attack but because his migraine symptoms present like a stroke they have admitted him for bloods, CT, MRI etc and to see a neurologist today.
To say I could do without this at 29weeks pregnant is an understatement. The stress levels my neurologist told me I must keep down are through the roof. And unfortunately as much as I love him I am mad at Mark as if it is only a migraine attack Ive been telling him for 2weeks to go to the doctors… but would he.. of course not.
So im now juggling being 29weeks pregnant, both the boys on my own who want to know where Daddy is, him being in hospital, the fact I have both boys at home because its the summer holidays. This horrible hot weather and sleep deprevation. I dont drive so its costing me a fortune in taxi fairs and to top it the cars parked up at the hospital racking up a bill as I cant get it home. I literally feel like im at breaking point.
Mums been helping where she can but she had cataract surgery Thursday so she isnt feeling the greatest either.
So its back up the hospital for me this afternoon to find out what the score is. I really hope he is let home as I really cannot cope much more