On the 10th, it felt like Christmas morning all over again. We were so excited and 3:50pm could not come fast enough. To think we would leave the doctor's office with a date to be induced was exhilarating and so exciting.
Okay, I can tell you I'm writing this with no baby in hand, and it is the 13th. So I'm assuming you can figure out how things turned out.
When he went to check my cervix, turns out I made absolutely no progression from the appointment on the 5th. Dr Hayton sincerely felt scraping the membranes would cause more harm to me physically, and wouldn't progress things enough. Since there had been no growth, he highly recommended we keep our next appointment (January 19th, 4 days after the due date) and scrape the membranes then, and schedule the date to be induced.
Needless to say, this was a total shock to us, (Dr. Hayton was also a bit surprised considering my progression over the last few weeks). We were going to go out and celebrate with my parents for dinner. I had Aaron call my mom to cancel as we walked out of the office, I really couldn't speak I was so disappointed. In that moment I was so grateful to have compassionate parents who totally understood where we were coming from.
Aaron was an amazing support, letting me just look out the window with tears in my eyes. The thought of up to 12 more days of being pregnant in anticipation during this moment seemed even more than an eternity. As I sat there and prayed for God's reassurance, I was humbled in realizing that Jackson is still God's miracle child, and he has placed the perfect timing for Jackson's arrival, which is something that even the doctors don't always have control over.
I have been reminding myself more and more of the constant blessing of an extremely healthy pregnancy, a healthy baby and a wonderful family. These are such blessings that only God could provide for us and I am in awe of his amazing grace.
Not to say we haven't been doing whatever we can to help speed as much as we can along naturally!
My last official day of work was on Wednesday, January 11th. What an odd feeling. It really hasn't even sunk in yet. I guess the reason being is that we don't know what we will be doing come April. Part time? Full time? Quit altogether? Thankfully, all the family has the same goal in mind to have me quit work all together, but time, the market, and finances will tell. I am so at peace knowing this is in God's hands, and we cannot know some of these answers for some time.
Bret took me out to a wonderful goodbye lunch with all the best wishes in the world. How blessed am I to have such a wonderful job filled with so many wonderful people?
So now, we wait. My mother and I went to Disneyland yesterday and walked the whole park for 5 hours. We had a fantastic and memorable dinner last night with Chad & Candace at a place that has a notorious reputation for their "Orgy" pizza, which puts women into labor within 24 hours. It had so many toppings on it that I hate, but I forced it down in hopes for some good results...nothing yet... God, couldn't you just have let them sprinkle a little pitocin on the top? Just kidding.
To quote myself, quoting Eeyore the donkey when I was 5 years old..."Days, weeks, months, who knows..."
All the love in the world to my little stubborn baby Jackson! I'm so glad my tummy is a comfortable and safe place for you!
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