We're still hopeful. Every day is another day closer to 23 weeks and beyond. I tried not to think about it too much today. Tried to keep myself distracted. It helped for most of the day, but by the end I lost it a little bit. I just suddenly felt the weight of this and how hard it is. I am still hopeful--no despair or anything--I just felt so completely overwhelmed. I cried for a little while, and Jaska and I talked and prayed for a while.
Jaska has been so amazing. He has basically had to take over both of our roles. He's trying to juggle between being with me in the hospital, taking care of Jonah (my mom and Diana have been here all week helping which has been a lifeline--but Jonah still needs us), finishing up a project at work, and taking care of things at home. I know it's taking a toll on him, but he is holding up remarkably well.
They checked my fluids again today and I am up to an 8 from a 2 so that's promising. They are hoping that the leaking stays to a minimum and my fluid keeps going up.
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