finding out you have potential, minor complications

Good Morning lovely people! It’s another weekend, which means another day of Chick-fil-a, Dunkin Donuts or something of that nature.

It probably sounds crazy, but I look forward to having my normal appetite again – filled with grilled chicken and veggies. Right now, that sounds absolutely disgusting, but I know I will get back to it probably in early September!

It’s hard for me to wrap my head around the fact that I am over 20 weeks now, and halfway through this pregnancy. Time has felt slow and fast at the same time – a complete contradiction. It’s like I have blinked and the past four and a half months are gone, and I’ll blink again and I will be holding a little, precious baby boy!

My husband and I are so pumped to be having a little boy, and my hubs is already praying that our little one loves baseball as much as his daddy.

As I mentioned last week, we had our 18-week appointment and found out about a complication with my pregnancy – which sucks. 

Before you think, “Oh my gosh – what’s wrong?!” let me preface this post with that fact that I am OK and our baby is OK. In reality our complication has impacted me mentally more than physically.

During our 18-week appointment and the anatomy scan, the doctor found out that I have a partial placenta previa. 

This means that part of my placenta is covering my cervix, hindering my ability to deliver our baby boy naturally UNLESS the placenta would happen to shift at some point during the remainder of my pregnancy.

What is interesting about my previa, is that it is typically common among women who have had babies before – when I haven’t. So I am one of those, kind of, rare cases of previa.

The good news?

In about 90% of previa cases, the placenta moves upward during the pregnancy and the woman can deliver naturally.

The bad news?

I have been restricted to no workouts (outside of light biking or rowing) until my placenta moves. I have been informed that if it doesn’t move, I will have to have a c-section. I have been told that if it doesn’t move and is irritated, it can cause bleeding and bed-rest, restrictions on our baby’s growth and potentially early delivery.

You can see where this was hard for me to take in…

If there is anything I am crazy, passionate about – it’s my workouts. Working out gives me energy, peace of mind and freedom. I workout because it is my relief from the day. While some people enjoy eating bad or going to the bottle – I enjoy pushing my limits and kicking my butt in a workout.

At our 18-week appointment my doctor said, “Now you can’t lift anymore or continue Crossfit until this placenta moves.”

After she said this, you probably could have heard a needle drop. I also think my chin was on the ground…

I can’t remember exactly because I think I blacked out for a moment, but I believe my husband laughed and said something like, “Do you know my wife?”

When I snapped out of it, I told the doctor about how I had just back squatted 125-lbs ten plus times that morning at Crossfit and didn’t have a problem, and she said that it didn’t matter.

She asked me to be careful and really focus on not working out – that I would easily snap back into it after pregnancy, and, God willing, the placenta will move over the next month(s), I would be able to resume my normal activities. 

When we left the doctor’s office I felt so depressed. 

If you’re new to the blog, you should know that Crossfit and fitness are my JAM. For my birthday, last year, my husband bought me a Concept 2 rower and for Christmas he got me a hot pink Bella Barbell with 300 or more pounds of plates. My mom thought I was weird when I woke up on Christmas morning excited about the barbell and the fact that I could now squat from home.

So you could say, finding out that I couldn’t do what I love for 20 more weeks was pretty depressing.

While placenta previa can cure itself, it is still going to be a long road ahead. I try to stay off Google searches about it, because I have already had friends tell me about people they know who have had it and lost their baby or nearly died during delivery because of extreme bleeding. 

As depressed as I can be about fitness, I know that 20 weeks of rest is a small compromise for a healthy baby.

My point with this is – you cannot control everything. I can’t control that this has happened in my pregnancy, but I can control myself and my health.

Sometimes, in life, you have to make adjustments to do the best thing for you and your family, and it’s not always easy. Remember though, nothing is permanent in life and this too shall pass. 

Until next time!

Maddy

 

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