A friend of mine has a saying that there is always a problem lurking around the corner – waiting to pounce, cause mischief and disrupt your life.
Back at the start of this pregnancy, I was told I am “high risk” due to my PCOS, and having to have IVF to get pregnant. Essentially this means high risk for gestational diabetes, pre-eclampsia, having a pre-term baby or potentially worst of all, a stillbirth. This has meant that I have free consultant appointments through the NHS during my pregnancy, the first of which was today at 21 weeks and 3 days.
The consultant started off by asking me – do I want the bad news or the good news first?! Now seriously, what sort of question is that for a pregnant woman, especially one who has just been sat waiting for nearly 3 hours in a ridiculously hot waiting room, full of screaming children and uncomfortable chairs? I mainly wanted to punch the consultant in the face!
Essentially I told him to “tell it to me straight” and it went a little something like this:
- I don’t have gestational diabetes (hooray!)…. yet (hooray?)…. my weight is good (woop!)… but I need to watch it (ok… what does that mean??)
- I don’t have pre-eclampsia (hooray!)…. yet (hooray?)…. my blood pressure has been high (omg…) but looks like it is improving (double hooray!)…so they are going to keep an eye on it
- Baby looks healthy and all vitals are normal (phew!)… BUT…. … …. I have Strep B, otherwise called GBS (sh*t!!!!)
Step B / GBS is a bacteria that lives in some womens lady parts, seemingly waiting like that problem round the corner to infect innocent little babies. Essentially this means (in statistical terms) that there is a 1 in 2000 chance I will pass this to the little one when giving birth, and 1 in 10 babies who do get it from their mums, die.
YES, that’s right, they die.
I know, I know, that statistics say this is a super low chance of happening, but its a chance and obviously DOES happen to some babies.
There is also a super low chance of the GBS causing still birth or pre-term labour.
I know! It’s a low chance (as hubby keeps telling me as I try not to weep hysterically down the phone), but seriously….
To top it all off, they plan to do sweet fanny adams about it until I start labour, at which point I will have to have intravenous antibiotics to minimise the risk of passing it on to our little.
It could have been so much worse, I am so glad that little is OK so far and all signs are normal. I realise how lucky we are to get to this point without any serious blips, and how much worse there is out there. I do! I just really wish that once you got pregnant that things like this, and those much worse, just go away and leave you alone so that you can relax and know you will have a little baby to cuddle and snuggle with, instead of this worry about what “could” happen.
I’ve used the below meme before, but I think it is most suitable for how I am feeling right now: