November 21st, 2 years ago, was rather uneventful. My water had broken, but labor didnt start. A friend of mine, who was pregnant and a few weeks behind me, visited. My room was switched around due to construction on the ward. All in all, pretty uneventful. Dr. B. visited before leaving and promised that, if I were still pregnant and Alex still had fluid come Monday, he'd buck the system and put in a cerclage with the hopes of getting me to that line in the sand of 24 weeks. It was a day of hope. The ultrasound showed a happy, moving baby in amniotic fluid, in spite of my membranes prematurely rupturing.
I prayed a lot that day. I prayed for the weekend. I prayed for a moving baby. I prayed for just another 24 hours with him. Any time wouldnt be long enough, but please, I prayed, just another day...
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(((hugs)))
I've been thinking about you A LOT lately. I can't do anything in person to help you, I know . . . but please know that you are being thought of and prayed for, as are all of your children.
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