V-DAY!!!!!
23 weeks!!!!
(the children’s hospital we will deliver at is one of the BEST in the country. They moved their official V-day date up a week in gestation because they are THAT GOOD at saving babies that come early. (typically it’s 24 weeks)
What does that mean? It means my bab(ies) have technically reached the point where medical professionals, and those that specialize in neonatal care, have stamped “VIABLE” on their chart(s). It means, that gawd forbid they decide to come early, they’ll attempt to save them. (to whatever lengths we all deem appropriate based on their individual conditions, obviously Cricket has his own birth/careplan designed due to his issues)
No one WANTS a “micro preemie” or even a plump little preemie.
We’d like 36+ weeks please. I want to get the chance to complain about how big I am, how heavy the babies are, how I’ve been PREGNANT FOREVER….
Pre-term labor is nothing we hope to ever face, our plates are FULL, thank you.
But despite all the risks I have going, Cricket and Lucky are some very strong and tenancious babies…
we’re officially IN THIS TO WIN IT!
OK, enough jumping around. It’s back to my couch for some rest.
