Well my fears have been realized and I’ve been put on hospital bed rest. The other time this happened my own health was rapidly deteriorating. This time I am here to monitor the baby who is stable but who could deteriorate at any moment. I am 24 weeks 4 days today.
To say it is stressful is an understatement. There are days when my stomach is in knots from when I wake up until when I go to sleep. Too often my mind breaks free from the control I endeavor to place upon it. I have found that the thief of joy is most often the question what if? So I spend my energy replacing what if with, He is faithful and one second at a time.
I am being closely monitored and every day is an ultrasound and the opportunity for bad (or good) news.
A good night sleep.
A great iv stick this morning.
Baby girl is moving like a crazy.
For a great biophysical profile today.
That the diastolic flow will become positive ( this would be a miracle – but I believe they still happen don’t you?)
That things will improve or stay steady with the baby so I can stay pregnant for as long as possible.