Second trimester started off with
a good note. The doctors at the HRP unit
assured me that since I was not overweight,
diabetic or hypertensive my prognosis
was good. When I think about it now, I can only laugh and say "Well, you were so naive!". The second
trimester threw in completely unknown and
unfathomable challenges on our face.
Since, I was on corticosteroids (which
predispose you diabetes) my
gynaecologist asked me to go in for an early OGTT (Oral Glucose tolerance test: to screen for gestational diabetes and normally done at 6 months of pregnancy) at 4 months, as an act of caution . An overnight
fasting , gulp of 500 ml of sickeningly sweet liquid, 2 hours of immobility and 3 pokes later, I was a confirmed diabetic. To say I
was shattered is an understatement. All my life, I did Yoga, swam twice a week
even during pregnancy, ate well and I-GOT-DIABETES?? Holy cow, where was my life rolling? Gaining weight
was already a herculean task and now I had to control my diet! My doctor was so
unhappy with the values that she asked me to take it again. Oh well, all the
sweetness in my blood decided to concentrate even further this time around to
give sky rocketing values. So, here I was officially a diabetic and one till
today.
Remember the HR in MHH (not human resource, the high risk pregnancy Dept)? They hurled in a
diabetologist to my list of doctors. The
young chap asked me to take the horrible OGTT again. Apparently, hospitals do
not trust the OGTT done in private clinics! And take this, the values in this particular
test were all over the place resulting me taking the test 4th time (in
comparison to other lucky pregnant ladies who take it only once). Additionally, I
was asked to poke myself and monitor my sugar values 8 times per day for the
next 7 days and then come and meet him again. As expected, the values were as high as an excited electron. So it
was decided that I would be put on insulin and the nutritionist would tell me
what to eat. Unfortunately, no matter how religiously I controlled my food
intake, every S.I.N.G.L.E thing raised my sugar levels. Dairy would make them
do tango, grains were already a problem and fruits were a forbidden dream.
Every day, I would wake up thinking what to eat, since avocado and eggs could
not be my only source of nutrition for the next 5 months. Pregnancy throws you
one opportunity to crave, enjoy food and eat galore. And here I was counting
calories and punching my figures before and after every meal. Destiny also
threw in some stomach ulcers as a return gift for hoarding medicines in my system
year after years.
All this coincided with the most horrific and massive Uveitis
episode I got for that year. I sat in a dark room for days since even a tiny
ray of light felt like a bomb in my eyes. Poor husband sat in darkness too
(really he is the best thing that has ever happened to me). Since, the doctors
had reached the upper limit of recommended steroid dose, they decided to try intraocular
injections. The first injection in the eyes locally anaesthetized them and the one that followed inserted an implant
containing Triamcinolone Acetonide (a potent and long lasting corticosteriod) intravitrealy.
The injections in practicality were not as painful as the thought of taking
them. However, a fiery red eye due to subconjunctival haemorrhage and the drug
floating in my eyes like a Mother Diary milk pouch definitely made me look like
a scary drunk.
Nevertheless, Husband and me went through all this with élan, as long
as our baby was fine. But all hell broke
loose when our baby stopped growing. I still remember that awful day. It was a typical dark
and grey Hannover day and one of those when I went alone to see my doctor.
After my scan she had a look of worry I was already familiar with. I felt a
time bomb starting to tick inside me. She explained that our boy looked very
thin and had dropped way below his original percentile. Moreover, the levels of Amniotic Fluid were far below
the threshold which was hard to
imagine since I drank water like a buffalo (I later learned, drinking water
does not influence the levels). She referred me again to my old friends at HR,
MHH for a second opinion. They did some additional Doppler scans. The blood
flow through baby's umbilical cord and my placenta was fine, but there was abnormal
vascular resistance in one of the Uterine arteries. This time I knew the reason
why. Since, I had never smoked, drank alcohol or doped, ate well and exercised regularly, I was the ideal candidate
to be hypertensive in my uterus and relay my baby an unexplained IUGR (Intrauterine Growth Restriction: A condition where fetal growth slows down or stops in womb) .
It's
hard to explain the feeling when you realise that your baby is better outside than inside
you. I wanted to be really sad, dig my face inside a pillow and scream. But our
little one was doing such a kickass job of beating the overwhelming odds each day
that I denied myself any mourning. I knew that if I would fight for him , he
would fight harder.
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