I've been quiet on the blog because I've been crazy busy. The children are growing in leaps and bounds, the weather has been beautiful, Xander has had normal diapers and I've been off bedrest!
Things have been pretty amazing. I still haven't felt Isaiah but each Monday when I go in for the 17-P injection, my sweet nurse gives me a listen to his heartbeat. It keeps me sane until the next week. Sort of.
Xander completed his 21 days of antibiotics, started his probiotics and then we started to wait and watch. It is the worst feeling in the world to wait and see if your sweet boy starts having issues again. We documented a little over a pound weight gain while he was on the antibiotics. Right before our very eyes we watched his cheeks fill out, a leg roll appear and his arms fill out. I'm terrified of going backwards.
And yet, this morning, it appears that we may be starting that downhill slide. I want to stay on the mountaintop! Last night we had roast, baked carrots and homemade fries (our timing was off and we needed something fast for our potatoes.) He had done the homemade fries with no issues so the only new thing was the carrots.
We had an issue with carrots when he first came off of the elemental formula, but our nutritionist and new gastroenterologist threw out his reaction to carrots. But now this is twice... or is it just the beginning of constant diarrhea again?
I hate that nothing is clear cut. I hate that nothing seems to be A, B, C. And yet, as much as I hate what we are going through, there is nothing that I can really do about it except comfort Xander when he is upset, try to keep going and pray like crazy.
The last time we spoke with the gastroenterologist he said that if the diarrhea continued after this past round of antibiotics we'd be looking at doing some more scoping. But even that doesn't guarantee we will know anything.
Part of me hopes it is carrots, but then I wonder: Why he is having so many allergy/intolerance issues?
*sigh*
~Stephanie
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
Monday, March 12, 2012
It's... a
-nother boy!
We were all shocked. Even Brandon thought it was a girl this time!
The best news of my appointment is that there is NO EVIDENCE of a subchorionic hemmorhage.
That is right...
NONE.
Praising the One I know and love!
There is still a need for prayer though. I have a marginal previa which means that the placenta is too close to the cervix. There is still plenty of time for it to move... well it doesn't really move, the uterus stretches and the placenta goes with the uterus.
Anywho, it does make me at risk for more bleeding and if it doesn't move, then I could need a repeat csection.
But I've been taken off of bedrest and told to take it easy. (No heavy lifting, etc.)
Once again, I'm surrendering this to God. He knows how our baby will come. Julianne needed a csection to get here safely. And as a mother, I'm willing to sacrifice my comfort and desires for my wee one.
Oh and his name is Isaiah.
A few months before I knew I was pregnant, we were studying a passage in Isaiah and the hair on the back of my neck stood up. I love lots of passages in Isaiah. I told Brandon after service, that the name Isaiah really stuck with me. When we were scared we would lose our baby, several of my friends sent me verses from Isaiah and it again, made the hair on the back of my neck stand up... God is just soooo good like that!
My favorite passage, one I repeated several times a day on bedrest was from Isaiah is 40: 28-31.
"Do you not know? Have you not heard? The Lord is the everlasting God, the Creator of the ends of the earth. He will not grow tired or weary, and His understanding no one can fathom. He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak. Even youths grow tired and weary, and young men will stumble and fall; but those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint. " (NIV)
Love that. What a powerful passage to those that are demoralized and weary.
Isaiah's middle name is Samuel.
1 Samuel 1:27 is often quoted.. but rarely do you hear the next verse with it.
"'I prayed for this child, and the Lord has granted me what I asked of him....' " - 1 Samuel 1:27
and then:
"So now I give him to the Lord. For his whole life he will be given over to the Lord.' And he worshipped the Lord there." - 1 Samuel 1:28.
What a powerful statement. One of surrender and trust. And faith. And worship!
Brandon and I have walked a long road so far. We've had trial after trial here lately, and we are still living joyfully in a relationship with God. But we realized that this baby isn't ours. He's the Lord's. We prayerfully hoped and prayed while surrendering... and what a sweet surrender that was.
I can't wait to see Mr. Isaiah Samuel. His story started before his birth... and I've already learned so much from him!
~Stephanie
We were all shocked. Even Brandon thought it was a girl this time!
The best news of my appointment is that there is NO EVIDENCE of a subchorionic hemmorhage.
That is right...
NONE.
Praising the One I know and love!
There is still a need for prayer though. I have a marginal previa which means that the placenta is too close to the cervix. There is still plenty of time for it to move... well it doesn't really move, the uterus stretches and the placenta goes with the uterus.
Anywho, it does make me at risk for more bleeding and if it doesn't move, then I could need a repeat csection.
But I've been taken off of bedrest and told to take it easy. (No heavy lifting, etc.)
Once again, I'm surrendering this to God. He knows how our baby will come. Julianne needed a csection to get here safely. And as a mother, I'm willing to sacrifice my comfort and desires for my wee one.
Oh and his name is Isaiah.
A few months before I knew I was pregnant, we were studying a passage in Isaiah and the hair on the back of my neck stood up. I love lots of passages in Isaiah. I told Brandon after service, that the name Isaiah really stuck with me. When we were scared we would lose our baby, several of my friends sent me verses from Isaiah and it again, made the hair on the back of my neck stand up... God is just soooo good like that!
My favorite passage, one I repeated several times a day on bedrest was from Isaiah is 40: 28-31.
"Do you not know? Have you not heard? The Lord is the everlasting God, the Creator of the ends of the earth. He will not grow tired or weary, and His understanding no one can fathom. He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak. Even youths grow tired and weary, and young men will stumble and fall; but those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint. " (NIV)
Love that. What a powerful passage to those that are demoralized and weary.
Isaiah's middle name is Samuel.
1 Samuel 1:27 is often quoted.. but rarely do you hear the next verse with it.
"'I prayed for this child, and the Lord has granted me what I asked of him....' " - 1 Samuel 1:27
and then:
"So now I give him to the Lord. For his whole life he will be given over to the Lord.' And he worshipped the Lord there." - 1 Samuel 1:28.
What a powerful statement. One of surrender and trust. And faith. And worship!
Brandon and I have walked a long road so far. We've had trial after trial here lately, and we are still living joyfully in a relationship with God. But we realized that this baby isn't ours. He's the Lord's. We prayerfully hoped and prayed while surrendering... and what a sweet surrender that was.
I can't wait to see Mr. Isaiah Samuel. His story started before his birth... and I've already learned so much from him!
~Stephanie
Sunday, March 11, 2012
Blabberings from Bedrestland...
Whew, bedresting is exhausting and mindnumbing. We are getting lots of school done these days because mama can't do anything else and we are homebound. Julianne is almost done with her kindergarten assignments and we had to purchase another workbook to keep her going in something because she looooooooooooooves school so much.
Lainey is chugging along too. She isn't as eager as Julianne but we are steadily working through the remaining assignments she has.
Wednesday we got a call from our OB's nurse telling us that the pharmacy had insurance approval for the Makena shots and we just needed to speak with them before they could ship them. Brandon got to be that person because all of the red tape I've dealt with this year as made me frustrated and I'm supposed to be relaxing. I could build us a house out of the red tape we've dealt with this year.
The shots were overnighted to our OB's office and I got to be the lucky recipient that afternoon. YE-OUCH! I'll continue to get those shots every week until 32 or 35 weeks. (I find out more tomorrow.) Brandon sweet talked the nurse into letting us have a listen to the baby's heart beat as my prize and the heartrate was 162!
Seeing the doppler makes me so nervous each time because we've had such a hard time finding the heartrate easily and that always makes me panic. So I hold my breath and pray but this time it wasn't nearly as panic-inducing.
I walked out on cloud nine.
But returned back to bedrestland.
Tomorrow, I have an appt at 3:15 (eastern time) for an ultrasound and then an office visit with my OB. He told us that they will be measuring the hemmorhage site, seeing if the part of the placenta re-attached, and checking cervical length. A 2nd trimester SCH raises risks for preterm labor so that is concerning given my history (and what we are hoping the shots help with!)
Then he winked and said "We'll see about getting a peek at gender as well."
So we might! If we do, then in Bee tradition we will announce the baby's name. If not, then I have at least one more ultrasound at 18-20 weeks. That is the big anatomy scan.
Eventually we will know!
Thanks for the prayers and thinking about us. We greatly appreciate the thoughts and prayers.
I'll update ASAP tomorrow night.
~Stephanie
Lainey is chugging along too. She isn't as eager as Julianne but we are steadily working through the remaining assignments she has.
Wednesday we got a call from our OB's nurse telling us that the pharmacy had insurance approval for the Makena shots and we just needed to speak with them before they could ship them. Brandon got to be that person because all of the red tape I've dealt with this year as made me frustrated and I'm supposed to be relaxing. I could build us a house out of the red tape we've dealt with this year.
The shots were overnighted to our OB's office and I got to be the lucky recipient that afternoon. YE-OUCH! I'll continue to get those shots every week until 32 or 35 weeks. (I find out more tomorrow.) Brandon sweet talked the nurse into letting us have a listen to the baby's heart beat as my prize and the heartrate was 162!
Seeing the doppler makes me so nervous each time because we've had such a hard time finding the heartrate easily and that always makes me panic. So I hold my breath and pray but this time it wasn't nearly as panic-inducing.
I walked out on cloud nine.
But returned back to bedrestland.
Tomorrow, I have an appt at 3:15 (eastern time) for an ultrasound and then an office visit with my OB. He told us that they will be measuring the hemmorhage site, seeing if the part of the placenta re-attached, and checking cervical length. A 2nd trimester SCH raises risks for preterm labor so that is concerning given my history (and what we are hoping the shots help with!)
Then he winked and said "We'll see about getting a peek at gender as well."
So we might! If we do, then in Bee tradition we will announce the baby's name. If not, then I have at least one more ultrasound at 18-20 weeks. That is the big anatomy scan.
Eventually we will know!
Thanks for the prayers and thinking about us. We greatly appreciate the thoughts and prayers.
I'll update ASAP tomorrow night.
~Stephanie
Tuesday, March 6, 2012
The Mindgame
I've had a tremendous amount of quiet time in my head which can be seen as a good thing or a bad thing depending on who you are. I'm on Day #9 of bedrest and while I'm not a happy camper about being sidelined as my family continues on without me playing an active role, I'm doing what I was told was the ideal to give our baby the best chances.
I hate chance. Anyone that knows me for about 5 minutes knows that I'm a play it safe kind of girl. I want a sure thing. And as I get older I realize more and more that nothing is a sure thing while you are here on earth. Not a thing here is a sure thing.
I watched a friend bury her husband. Growing old with the man you love isn't a sure thing.
I watched a friend lose two sons in a row. Babies making it safely through pregnancy isn't a sure thing.
I walked a road of infertility and miscarriage and watched several friends as they walked the same road. Getting pregnant and staying pregnant just isn't a sure thing.
Brandon and I have quietly whispered in the dark (so as not to have to watch the tears fall down each other's cheeks) about the what ifs. We've talked about the hard possibility that our baby may not make it. (The subchorionic hemmorhage is behind my placenta and raises the odds of placental abruption quite a bit.) I'm not in Lala-Land where every problem is solved neatly in a 30 minute or 60 minute show.
This is real life-- where the only thing that is a sure thing is God. And I've clung to Him. I lay my fears and worries at His feet each day-- sometimes several times a day. I've re-read stories about miracles and things that look horrible from an odds point of view. Just because I'm a believer doesn't mean I'm promised an easy life. What I am promised is eternal life. THAT is a sure thing. My ONE sure thing. And that joy and hope keeps me going each day.
I'm in for the fight. This is a MINDGAME. I can't let the excitement be snuffed out. I simply refuse!!!!!
I am still refusing to let these complications steal our joy. The girls talk about "when our baby comes" and I force my mind go there instead of shielding my heart. We've arranged our school schedule to take a break in the fall "when our baby comes." We've chosen names. I've looked at coming home outfits.
Years ago, I wrote in my inspiration journal the following quote:
"Quit telling God how big your storm is, and start telling the storm how big your God is!"
So I am. Every morning, I lay in bed and praise the One that knows how this turns out. I thank Him for one more day with our baby. I thank Him for the children I have and my husband, who has been my biggest cheerleader during these 9 days. While I hope with all my might, I've tearfully prayed for the Lord's will to be done.
If we lose our baby, we will grieve. But every second that I'm still pregnant, I will continue to look forward to that little life. The 5th set of little feet joining our family. Our tiebreaker.
Either way, a testimony is being written. I'm just the storyteller. How blessed I am to know Him and recognize His works in our lives.
~Stephanie
I hate chance. Anyone that knows me for about 5 minutes knows that I'm a play it safe kind of girl. I want a sure thing. And as I get older I realize more and more that nothing is a sure thing while you are here on earth. Not a thing here is a sure thing.
I watched a friend bury her husband. Growing old with the man you love isn't a sure thing.
I watched a friend lose two sons in a row. Babies making it safely through pregnancy isn't a sure thing.
I walked a road of infertility and miscarriage and watched several friends as they walked the same road. Getting pregnant and staying pregnant just isn't a sure thing.
Brandon and I have quietly whispered in the dark (so as not to have to watch the tears fall down each other's cheeks) about the what ifs. We've talked about the hard possibility that our baby may not make it. (The subchorionic hemmorhage is behind my placenta and raises the odds of placental abruption quite a bit.) I'm not in Lala-Land where every problem is solved neatly in a 30 minute or 60 minute show.
This is real life-- where the only thing that is a sure thing is God. And I've clung to Him. I lay my fears and worries at His feet each day-- sometimes several times a day. I've re-read stories about miracles and things that look horrible from an odds point of view. Just because I'm a believer doesn't mean I'm promised an easy life. What I am promised is eternal life. THAT is a sure thing. My ONE sure thing. And that joy and hope keeps me going each day.
I'm in for the fight. This is a MINDGAME. I can't let the excitement be snuffed out. I simply refuse!!!!!
I am still refusing to let these complications steal our joy. The girls talk about "when our baby comes" and I force my mind go there instead of shielding my heart. We've arranged our school schedule to take a break in the fall "when our baby comes." We've chosen names. I've looked at coming home outfits.
Years ago, I wrote in my inspiration journal the following quote:
"Quit telling God how big your storm is, and start telling the storm how big your God is!"
So I am. Every morning, I lay in bed and praise the One that knows how this turns out. I thank Him for one more day with our baby. I thank Him for the children I have and my husband, who has been my biggest cheerleader during these 9 days. While I hope with all my might, I've tearfully prayed for the Lord's will to be done.
If we lose our baby, we will grieve. But every second that I'm still pregnant, I will continue to look forward to that little life. The 5th set of little feet joining our family. Our tiebreaker.
Either way, a testimony is being written. I'm just the storyteller. How blessed I am to know Him and recognize His works in our lives.
~Stephanie
Friday, March 2, 2012
Updates!
Thursday, I went to my OB appointment. We had a scare with the heartbeat and the first nurse could not find baby's heartbeats and left us alone in the exam room.
I started crying. Brandon was rubbing my hair and trying to reassure me about "those crazy machines" when the second nurse walk in.
She walked in and said "Oh let's find this wiggleworm!" And when she came around, she noticed I was crying. I don't hide crying well. My face gets splotchy red and my eyes swell up. (I have a certain daughter that does the same exact thing when she cries.) So she said some reassuring words to me, but I'm not really sure what they were because I was praying so hard for a heartbeat to still be there and the baby to cooperate.
And finally we found it. It seems like we have a little drama king or queen on our hands.
We discussed the ultrasound in the hospital with our doctor and he let us know that things could go either way. In our favor, we have a baby measuring ahead of date (so the placenta is nourishing baby well), a strong heartbeat and an active baby... along with prayers of our family and friends!
But bleeding in pregnancy is always worrisome. It is less worrisome since we have a cause and can monitor it and compare.
My ob went ahead and started the process to get the P17 shots ordered for me. I'll take one every week until I am 32 weeks and then we will discontinue. My doctor chuckled as he said this could be my longest pregnancy ever with the shots.
The shots have to be compounded and approved through our insurance so I should hear more this week about when to come in and have it done. Pray for me, they'll be teaching Brandon how to give me shots. EEKS! I'll be really sweet to him those days.
After we left the OB we got called back because it looked like I had an UTI but the first nurse dumped out the sample. So... I had to go back. I'm now on antibiotics.
My doctor is out of the country on his daughter's spring break trip so, we are praying double that this week is uneventful!
Thursday afternoon, we also found out that Xander's cdiff lab came back negative. The Flagyl is working, which means that it is more likely to be SIBO (Short Intestine Bacterial Overgrowth) which is not contagious.
Xander is doing the best he has in months. The day I came home from the hospital, my aunt had dressed in him blue jeans!!! He has refused blue jeans for quite some time, opting only for stretchy, sweat pant material that he kept low on his waist. He is eating a variety of foods now, eating larger amounts and most importantly, not having ANY diarrhea. In fact, when we tracked his dirty diapers, Solomon and Xander had the same number of dirty diapers in a day.. at the same times!
We are praising God for His mercy. It is so relieving to me to see Xander do well even though we are highly concerned about our wee one as well.
In a move of optimism we chose baby names tonight. In Bee tradition, we will not announce the name until we know the gender. BUT, we may find out sooner this pregnancy than any pregnancy before. I have a follow up ultrasound/peri/OB appt on March 12th and we may get a look at gender.
~Stephanie
I started crying. Brandon was rubbing my hair and trying to reassure me about "those crazy machines" when the second nurse walk in.
She walked in and said "Oh let's find this wiggleworm!" And when she came around, she noticed I was crying. I don't hide crying well. My face gets splotchy red and my eyes swell up. (I have a certain daughter that does the same exact thing when she cries.) So she said some reassuring words to me, but I'm not really sure what they were because I was praying so hard for a heartbeat to still be there and the baby to cooperate.
And finally we found it. It seems like we have a little drama king or queen on our hands.
We discussed the ultrasound in the hospital with our doctor and he let us know that things could go either way. In our favor, we have a baby measuring ahead of date (so the placenta is nourishing baby well), a strong heartbeat and an active baby... along with prayers of our family and friends!
But bleeding in pregnancy is always worrisome. It is less worrisome since we have a cause and can monitor it and compare.
My ob went ahead and started the process to get the P17 shots ordered for me. I'll take one every week until I am 32 weeks and then we will discontinue. My doctor chuckled as he said this could be my longest pregnancy ever with the shots.
The shots have to be compounded and approved through our insurance so I should hear more this week about when to come in and have it done. Pray for me, they'll be teaching Brandon how to give me shots. EEKS! I'll be really sweet to him those days.
After we left the OB we got called back because it looked like I had an UTI but the first nurse dumped out the sample. So... I had to go back. I'm now on antibiotics.
My doctor is out of the country on his daughter's spring break trip so, we are praying double that this week is uneventful!
Thursday afternoon, we also found out that Xander's cdiff lab came back negative. The Flagyl is working, which means that it is more likely to be SIBO (Short Intestine Bacterial Overgrowth) which is not contagious.
Xander is doing the best he has in months. The day I came home from the hospital, my aunt had dressed in him blue jeans!!! He has refused blue jeans for quite some time, opting only for stretchy, sweat pant material that he kept low on his waist. He is eating a variety of foods now, eating larger amounts and most importantly, not having ANY diarrhea. In fact, when we tracked his dirty diapers, Solomon and Xander had the same number of dirty diapers in a day.. at the same times!
We are praising God for His mercy. It is so relieving to me to see Xander do well even though we are highly concerned about our wee one as well.
In a move of optimism we chose baby names tonight. In Bee tradition, we will not announce the name until we know the gender. BUT, we may find out sooner this pregnancy than any pregnancy before. I have a follow up ultrasound/peri/OB appt on March 12th and we may get a look at gender.
~Stephanie
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
No Regrets...
So an anonymous commenter asked me if I regretted announcing my pregnancy so early.
Short answer: No.
Long answer: Some people don't announce until after the 12th week of pregnancy. The supposed "safety mark" of pregnancy. I'm past that... so if I were to wait, when would you suggest I had waited?
I absolutely positively have zero regrets about announcing as early as we did. Every life is special and valuable and deserves to be celebrated. Some people celebrate for a long 9 months and then a lifetime. Some celebrate for a much shorter time but each life deserves to be celebrated... thoroughly.
We've cried tears of happiness upon the news that we were blessed with another life to love. We gasped in awe at the sweet little heartbeat fluttering on the screen at our first ultrasound. We laughed at our wiggleworm as the ultrasound tech struggled to get the measurements she needed for her reports. We have daydreamed ahead to having another little one toddling around our home.
We've also had a few restless nights here lately. We've uttered prayers for hours on end pleading for our baby to still be there the next time they check for a heartbeat. We've willed its little heart to continue beating.
But our joy isn't gone. I'm refusing to let the joy be snuffed out by the worries. So we celebrate. Each day we celebrate one more day with our sweet, tiny baby. We remain cautiously optimistic.
Tomorrow things can change. My appt is at 9:45am and I could walk out in tears after hearing terrible news.
And the Lord will still be good. He will still be sovereign. And we will still worship Him and praise Him.
But tonight, we thank Him, for one more day with our sweet child. I'm not borrowing trouble. I'm resting in the palm of His hand.
Are you celebrating the today? Or has the worry of tomorrow sucked the joy out of your today? Friends, none of us are promised tomorrow. And not a worry in the world adds a minute of time to our today.
I encourage you to celebrate today.
"Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own." ~Matthew 6:34
~Stephanie
Short answer: No.
Long answer: Some people don't announce until after the 12th week of pregnancy. The supposed "safety mark" of pregnancy. I'm past that... so if I were to wait, when would you suggest I had waited?
I absolutely positively have zero regrets about announcing as early as we did. Every life is special and valuable and deserves to be celebrated. Some people celebrate for a long 9 months and then a lifetime. Some celebrate for a much shorter time but each life deserves to be celebrated... thoroughly.
We've cried tears of happiness upon the news that we were blessed with another life to love. We gasped in awe at the sweet little heartbeat fluttering on the screen at our first ultrasound. We laughed at our wiggleworm as the ultrasound tech struggled to get the measurements she needed for her reports. We have daydreamed ahead to having another little one toddling around our home.
We've also had a few restless nights here lately. We've uttered prayers for hours on end pleading for our baby to still be there the next time they check for a heartbeat. We've willed its little heart to continue beating.
But our joy isn't gone. I'm refusing to let the joy be snuffed out by the worries. So we celebrate. Each day we celebrate one more day with our sweet, tiny baby. We remain cautiously optimistic.
Tomorrow things can change. My appt is at 9:45am and I could walk out in tears after hearing terrible news.
And the Lord will still be good. He will still be sovereign. And we will still worship Him and praise Him.
But tonight, we thank Him, for one more day with our sweet child. I'm not borrowing trouble. I'm resting in the palm of His hand.
Are you celebrating the today? Or has the worry of tomorrow sucked the joy out of your today? Friends, none of us are promised tomorrow. And not a worry in the world adds a minute of time to our today.
I encourage you to celebrate today.
"Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own." ~Matthew 6:34
~Stephanie
Home Sweet Home...
Tuesday morning the peri came and did another ultrasound. They found a subchorionic bleed (which is a bleed between the placenta and the uterine wall.)
Other than that everything looked great. Fluid was fine, cervix was great, baby was active and growing well and baby's heartrate was good.
I was sent home with orders to take it very easy-- basically modified bedrest. No lifting, pulling, cleaning, straining, pushing, walking long distances, etc, etc.
Things are still wait and see. We have another appointment on Thursday morning. In the meantime, we are praying protection for our baby and wisdom for our doctor.
Also, starting Friday I can start getting P17 shots once a week. This is to prevent preterm labor (that I've had with my other children.) These shots are very expensive, but having child born before 37 weeks qualifies me for them. We are also praying that there are no issues with getting the shots approved. I've been told that each shot is about $1500 a WEEK before insurance coverage. EEKS!!!
My aunt is back in Virginia (I'm making my case trying to get her to move here!) and helping with the children. Our friends and church family have been AMAZING as well. We feel very loved and blessed.
~Stephanie
Other than that everything looked great. Fluid was fine, cervix was great, baby was active and growing well and baby's heartrate was good.
I was sent home with orders to take it very easy-- basically modified bedrest. No lifting, pulling, cleaning, straining, pushing, walking long distances, etc, etc.
Things are still wait and see. We have another appointment on Thursday morning. In the meantime, we are praying protection for our baby and wisdom for our doctor.
Also, starting Friday I can start getting P17 shots once a week. This is to prevent preterm labor (that I've had with my other children.) These shots are very expensive, but having child born before 37 weeks qualifies me for them. We are also praying that there are no issues with getting the shots approved. I've been told that each shot is about $1500 a WEEK before insurance coverage. EEKS!!!
My aunt is back in Virginia (I'm making my case trying to get her to move here!) and helping with the children. Our friends and church family have been AMAZING as well. We feel very loved and blessed.
~Stephanie
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