May 18, 2011
I was just about to write a post complaining about my doctor’s appointment (everything is fine, just frustrating), when I got some news that made me take stock of how lucky we really are.
One of the girls in my prenatal exercise class just lost her baby (no heartbeat) at almost seven months.
S and I feel absolutely sick, not only for what she must be going through, but because we know how differently our story could have ended.
Yes, our baby has a birth defect (which also makes me sick to my stomach), but he is going to be fixed as good as new and will get a chance to grow up healthy and strong. There hasn’t been a minute of this pregnancy that we have taken for granted, but it has been eye opening to realize how far you can get in a pregnancy and still have things go wrong. I am so grateful to God that he has kept our baby safe, even despite a little developmental “oopsie” (as our surgeon called it).
So with all that said, I’ll just give you guys a quick update…
Baby boy is still growing with a nice, strong heartbeat, so the doctors are thinking that they’ll wait to induce me until 39 weeks. Yes, that means TWO MORE WEEKS. I honestly don’t mind dealing with contractions and being uncomfortable for another two weeks, especially if it means that he is bigger and better able to get through surgery, but I really don’t know if I’m going to be able to maintain my sanity for that long.
I am so anxious to have his surgery behind us that it’s literally keeping me up at night. We have no way of knowing how his recovery is going to go (eating, breastfeeding, how long he’ll be in the NICU, etc.) until he gets here and they do the formal diagnosis and his actual surgery. And I don’t do well with not knowing.
We met with a lactation consultant and got a NICU tour this afternoon, and while both appointments went well, I was really looking for answers that they just couldn’t provide. So even though we left with some good information – and proof that the NICU is not as scary as we were imagining – I just couldn’t shake my bad mood. Until I got home and God gave me a good ‘ole dope slap.
So with that said, I’m going to give S an extra hug and baby boy an extra rub and thank God for my family and our health. I know you guys don’t know her, but would you keep M and her husband in your thoughts and prayers over the next few days?