A little light

The past few days have been so fun and peaceful. On Wednesday a dear friend came to visit with her 7 kids and husband for a conference in town that our husbands are attending. At first it was hard to focus with all the worry but then yesterday we took the kids to an indoor water park at the hotel where the conference was held and we had so much fun! My oldest son decided he was ready to brave the adult water slides and one of them was a double inner tube slide so I got to take him down his first water slide. I have to say, it had been a few years since I was on a real adult water slide, oh my word they are SO FUN!!!!! I was laughing and squealing the whole way down and so was my son. We then bolted back up the stairs and went down two more slides.

Then today I felt really tired in the morning. I was grouchy and not feeling well. At lunch time we headed to a barbecue with all the families at the conference and I was feeling a little better. Then we came home, took naps, and I woke up feeling awful again. Just nauseous and tired. Then the phone rang and my husband handed it to me. It was my grandmother. I am very close to my grandmother and I love her so dearly. I love it when she calls me out of the blue, it makes my whole day. I try to do the same for her when I'm not being eaten by little boys. Anyways, she called to tell me that she has been praying for my baby and that she really thinks my baby is going to live. We talked, laughed, and she told me some stories to encourage me.

When we got off the phone I was feeling happy and then about 20 min later the phone rang again, it was my doctor!!! I was shocked. I didn't know doctors, especially ones you are a brand new client to and have never even had an apt with before, called your house! She asked how I was doing. I told her that nothing was happening and that I was tired and nauseous. Well wouldn't you know she squealed and said, "Oh! This is very good! This is very encouraging!" She went on to say that my chances of having a healthy baby just went up considerably. My baby looked so close to death on Monday that the fact that I am still nauseous and have not had any signs of a miscarriage is so wonderful.

I don't know if my baby will survive this or not, but for some reason it makes me feel so happy that my baby has already defied the odds and is a fighter. If my baby gets too tired and needs to go to heaven I will be so sad but I will be so thankful for the time I had with him or her. I am so grateful this tiny one is hidden away inside of me and right now and I'm just praying for one day at a time. Thank you so much for joining me.