So far, Julie has not had a baby today. She started having contractions at lunch, and when they got worse in the car, I called the hospital and told them we were on our way. Then I got choked up as I drove and felt like a total girl with Julie gripping her armrests and saying through gritted teeth, "Dan, what's wrong?"
After three hours of monitoring and some random drug that hopped her up but somewhat lessened the contractions, they sent us home. Julie's just shy of 35 weeks, so they're not going to aggressively prevent labor. Obviously we'd all like her to hold on for another nine days or so because anything under 36 weeks earns the baby an automatic stay in the ICU. Plus, Julie and I were planning on seeing a lot of movies between Christmas and New Year's.
So the cervix door is shut, but it's not exactly airtight. This kid could lock and load at any time. Probably it's all a false alarm and we'll get induced at 41 weeks like we did with Lyla, visiting Starbucks one last time before adding another human to the planet. But who knows?
Meanwhile, in case Julie amnio-splats the bedsheets, Lyla's going to hang out at her grandparents' house another night. Here she is with my mom.
Study the photo; bask in its myriad absurdities. And wish us luck.
eeeeee! Hang in there baby boy Kirkham! Auntie can't wait to meet you, but probably best to stay in there for a couple more weeks. :)
ReplyDeleteWow. That picture is great. I think my favorite part is that Lyla is paging through a magazine instead of the nearby Dora book.
ReplyDeleteI like how they store their laptop. Is that how the internet saves your page?
ReplyDeleteWell... they are called bookmarks.
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