I am currently settled into my hospital for who knows how long. The ultrasound yesterday went well. The babies are stable and still fighting to stay inside Mommy’s tummy. Basically, the reason for admitting me into the hospital was to make sure that should I have any contractions or go into preterm labor, they would be able to get to the babies quickly. As it turns out, I was having some contractions yesterday. The nurse put me on the fetal heart monitors and walks in about 1/2 hour after monitoring me and says, “Have you been feeling those contractions?” Being a first time mom, I felt something different, but I just thought the babies were moving around. They gave me a shot of something to relax my uterus and it worked. The nurses also had quite the ordeal with trying to find the two different heartbeats on the fetal monitors last night. I was up until 12:30 a.m. until the whole process was finally over. (I should note that George soundly slept in the hospital bed next to me while I was being woken up every 1/2 hour. I wish I had the gift of sleeping as soundly as he does.) Nothing was wrong. It was just that Hannah is small and the babies move A LOT so telling the difference between the two heartbeats proved to be more difficult last night.
I had my first pity party this morning. It’s just hard being alone (which I haven’t been totally alone) and not knowing how long I will be in here. I want to be out quickly, but that obviously is not the best thing for my daughters. I was laying in bed thinking this morning about how I know that the first time I see my daughters I will know that all of this is worth it. It’s just hard in the mean time. Yet, I know I have to remember all that the Lord has brought us through and this is just one more hill to climb until we get to the top of the mountain. The Lord is already teaching me what it means to sacrifice as a parent.
George has been great so far. I am in a private room with two beds and he gets to stay. That is a huge blessing! I love him and it just helps a lot to have him going through all of this with me. Pray for him because I know that he’s sacrificing as much as I am and he is feeling stressed out, too.
I just saw my regular OB and he has told me that as soon as the perinataologists tell them it’s time to get the babies out, it’s time. He predicted it would be another 2-4 weeks, but probably more within 2 weeks. He also said that he didn’t think I would have made it this far and that I seemed to have “defied gravity” because Hannah’s diastolic flow has returned. Translation: The Lord has answered our prayers and is giving Hannah more time! Until I get more news…











