This bed is where I spend nearly all my time. I’m thankful for the nice big window (which looks out on a parking garage, but from my vantage point all I can see is trees & sky) & plenty of space for Ezra to come visit.
I talked with one of my doctors today & he said that they would allow me to go to 36 weeks if nothing else (infection, contractions, etc.) happened before that point. Just for a point of reference 36 weeks is American Thanksgiving (Nov. 24). That is two months away. If I could hold out until 36 weeks, Twosie would never have to be a NICU baby. I have to admit to being slightly torn. Obviously, I want what is best for Twosie & would love for him/her to not have to spend any time in NICU, but two months is a long time for me to fathom at this point. Pray for me to have peace about spending two more months here & that God would give us that Thanksgiving miracle!
When my nurse was taking me off the monitor this morning, she said that the tracings (the marks made by Twosie’s heartbeat/movements) look more like a 32-weeker than a 26-weeker! Obviously, the steroids helped to mature Twosie’s lungs, so that may be contributing. Also, my mom-in-law said that for babies whose moms have a membrane rupture & don’t deliver immediately, they tend to mature a bit in those first 24-48 hours (maybe it is the rush of adrenaline from the mom or something. I’m sure some medical person could do a better job of explaining all this). Anyways, all that to say, Twosie continues to be very healthy & impresses everyone with his/her heartbeat/movements!
I’m seeing that God may have a reason for me to be here besides just teaching me a lesson (or lets be honest, many lessons). Already, I’m starting to know the different nurses here & they even say that if I’m here for a while I’ll get to know them real well. Pray for me to be an encouragement while I’m here.