I'm writing this from the hospital in a drug-induced haze. I was doing so well over the weekend but look at the picture of me from Saturday and add about 40 lbs of swelling and that would give you a good picture of my state right now.
I was admitted yesterday afternoon after calling my doctor when I was having shortness of breath, headache and extreme swelling. In a nutshell, it looks like I have pre-eclampsia and they are now trying to determine if it is mild or severe. They were able to rule out blood clots in my lungs but I'm retaining so much fluid that it is starting to build up around my heart and lungs which is why I'm feeling so short of breath. Now, I'm just waiting for the perinatologist and based on her decision and another lab test this afternoon will determine how soon we get to finally meet the Newman triplets. If it looks like the babies are doing well and they can keep the pre-eclampsia under control, they thought that I could possibly eek out another week or so on strict bed rest in the hospital. If it looks like the babies are in distress or my condition starts to worsen, we will most likely see the little pumpkins in the next few days. My hope of course is to keep the babies in as long as possible if it is still safe for all of us. At this point, every day counts.
Rich is here and we have nerd-central central set up in the hospital room with both of us with computers, phones, and his blackberry. My feet are so swollen they look like sausages. When Rich saw them he called me "Bigfoot" which I thought was hysterical or maybe I thought it was so funny because of the pain killers that I'm on. We still don't have names so that is another activity for this afternoon and I'm hoping we don't permanently scar our children with terrible names because their mom was looped up when picking names.
We should know more this afternoon!