My body seems to be calming down. I’m so relieved. Glad we decided to just come home instead of spending the night at the hospital. I think rest was just the ticket. We’re moving slow and recovering. I think I’m on the tail end of recovery from this episode; I think Steven is just beginning. He’s been a rock. What a man! Pray for protection over this weekend of rest for all three of us.
This whole stressful episode comes right after Steven and I took some really hopeful steps. The day before this happened, I confirmed the dates for my showers and completed my baby registry. We had had a really significant conversation about how excited we were to be pregnant with Sam, even though the anticipated outcome is nothing to be excited about, apart from a miracle. It was tough, having felt such vivid hope just a few hours before, to realize that within a matter of hours, that hope could turn to sorrow. Still, we hope for Sam’s life, and take these steps to tangibly demonstrate our hope. Thanks to all who have sent little toys and books for him. Every time we receive something, it feels like someone else is standing with us in that hope.
Thank you for your prayers. I truly believe they are urging my body back into the peaceful state we should be in at 28 weeks. Keep praying as we recover.
Reassuring news is that Sam seems completely oblivious to any stunts my body is trying to pull. Even in the middle of the night when the problems started, Sam was punching and kicking like he was having a grand old time. We think he was excited that I was up and eating. Kicking high, which we hope means my fluids are staying high for him. Pray pray pray. Hope hope hope.
In other news, Steven and I started watching 24, and have decided that my obstetrician looks like Jack Bauer. It’s really distracting. 🙂 Our sense of humor is still intact!