Isabella is doing great! She is apparently the weight of a pineapple- of course, that is generic and I am sure she is bigger. She continues to wiggle and move as much as ever- I just feel each and every movement so strong now. At our appointment last week, my ob asked how things were going. I said, "well, my legs get tingly, I have to eat tums, I can't bend, and I still have stabbing pains in my sides."
He said, "you know those are all normal pregnancy symptoms."
I said, "yeah, but you asked ;)"
He reminded my IM that I am a great incubator and there is nothing to worry about.
I contemplated packing a hospital bag, but why tempt fate? I am holding out until 34 weeks, and then I will give in and pack. I definitely don't want to be left without a bag like I was last time. I also don't want to drive myself to the hospital again either, but we'll see.
I am enjoying this pregnancy so much- I think because it is not twins! Twins hurt. Isabella doesn't, usually. Her favorite times to wake up are at bedtime and 3:00 am. Jason will wake her up and "play" with her if he can't sleep. He apparently did this last weekend and I slept right through their playtime! Her mother has told Jason she will call him when she wakes up at 3, thank you very much for training her to wake up then :)
I dream about Isabella being born very often, I think because I am so ready for her to be born.
I was thinking about her parents. The last time (and the only time) they had a daughter born, they were unable to enjoy her. They were faced with her eminent death even as they basked in their newfound parenthood. I remember how relieved I was when I saw each of my children- their screams, their hair, their toes, their healthy pink skin. I remember how afraid I was with the twins- that they were too early, that they would not cry. I remember the relief I felt when L cried, and then her brother. They were pink, they were breathing, they were whole.
I have never lost a child fresh from the womb. I have never felt the anguish of loss instead of the miracle of life. I have only seen the fruit of my labor grow and flourish. I have never seen one wither and die even as I bleed for my work in bringing them here.
My goal this entire journey has been to give Isabella's parents a LIVING miracle. Her sister was a miracle, but she was a gift that God wanted back home with him too soon. For about a month, from 28 weeks to 32 weeks, I had not dreams of her birth, but nightmares of her birth. I was soo afraid of losing her, so afraid I would fail in bringing her parents their promised gift. Now, at 33 weeks, I feel safe. I feel we are in the "clear" and that I will not fail.
I anticipate her birth in a way I never have before. I want to see her- pink, screaming, chubby, ten-toed, dark-haired, in the arms of her mother. The moment of my joy will not be the moment when she comes out screaming, but the moment that she is placed in her mother's arms- the moment I see a healthy, whole and perfect child in the arms of love. Can you imagine the vision of wholeness I will be privvy to? I cannot wait.
6 weeks, 5 days, and counting...