…and a change of plans
Well it looks like this baby is coming today.
With some bleeding still, the team on duty didn’t feel comfortable risking an emergency situation over the holiday weekend. Just had six medical professionals surrounding my bed (well, five plus a student), laying out the plan and staring at me for reaction. It was impossible not to be overcome by emotion with all their eyes on me.
She’s coming, ready or not.
33 weeks, 3 days.
It’s not my doctor or her team, but I know we’ll still be in good hands. I’m grateful it’s not an emergency situation, which is far more risky for everyone. I know we’re at a world class facility with great care for us all.
But still. I wasn’t really ready for this.
Early this morning, when I couldn’t sleep in my hospital bed before the sun even rose, I had a little talk with this baby and this placenta. To her I said what I’ve said for weeks. Big and strong, little girl, big and strong. To the placenta I said thank you for sustaining my girl all this time, but we need you to stay put, keep doing your job, just another week, please, give your blood to her.
But time is up now.
Mac is on his way to the hospital, sitting in traffic as I write these words. He will drop Jaye at my aunt and uncle’s house on the way, and she will later go to her cousins for a sleepover. I miss her. I’m not sure when I’ll get to hold her again.
Please continue to keep us all in your thoughts.
See you on the other side.