By this time tomorrow, hopefully I will be holding my third child, my second little girl.
A lot of things have happened this past week. We were originally due July 26, with a scheduled c-section for July 16. When I visited the high risk doc for my last U/S this past Monday, he told me my amniotic fluid was too low and that I needed to deliver as soon as I reached term.
So we have a c-section scheduled for 9 am tomorrow. I'm nervous. I'm excited. I'm hopeful. I'm afraid.
We had a good NST today. I'd like to say that reassures me, but I have learned from experience that there's no reassurance until the baby is safely breathing in your arms. Even then, it's a little shaky. The death of one of your children just inevitably changes your view on how fragile life truly is.
I have a completed nursery, a nursery for a girl. I used a few items from G's nursery, and it makes me more happy than pained to look at it. I get momentary catches of panic when I think of the possibility that I'll have to put things away without a baby here. For the first time in two years, I opened the pink tupperware containers that contained my beautiful Georgie's clothes. I washed them, carefully, and they are folded in drawers waiting for a little girl that I pray to God we have the chance to meet.
Please pray, friends. I know that chances are in our favor, but it's hard to feel that when you've known such tragedy. We'll update you all tomorrow!
I never had a chance to post about Davey's first birthday. Here's a pic I just love from the party (I look very large and PG, but my hair is really shiny due to those awesome pregnancy hormones!! Dave looks almost delirious. It was a good day :)