Once a complicated pregnancy, always a complicated pregnancy. My doctor keeps reminding me that the diagnosis is a chronic placental abruption, and that will remain the diagnosis until this precious baby is born. And with that diagnosis comes increased risks, even when things have been looking better. Today, we had quite a scare. It started with some substantial bleeding, which then led to several hours of contractions that were three minutes apart, which all translated into a day spent in the hospital praying that our baby girl hangs on just a few more weeks. Thankfully, God continues to protect her and we were able to come home this evening. But the prayer is that things settle down and she waits another six or seven weeks to make her debut. I am now 31 weeks, and although I am thankful we have made it this far, I really really want her to wait until at least 37 or 38 weeks to be born. I desperately want to have her in my arms when she is born. I want to nurse her and bring her home with me and not let her go. My heart breaks for mamas who have to come home from the hospital without their babies, and I pray that we don't have to face that. So for now, we wait. And pray for a few more precious weeks for her to grow and develop safely in the womb.
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