Remembering Micah’s Story
When Micah was first born, I got him a blue Carter onesie that says, “The Cutest.” Actually, I got two: one in newborn size, the other in 12 months. When he was born premature at 32 weeks, it seemed incredibly encouraging to think past the baby stage and to imagine him as a one-year-old little … Continue reading
My brother Jon got married in South Carolina on Saturday, June 7, 2008, and sadly we weren’t able to be there. Ever since we found out I was pregnant with Micah, we knew it was possible that we might not be able to go–7 weeks before the baby was due. And I told Jon that … Continue reading
Tuesday was my next ob appointment. I packed my bags for the hospital, fully expecting to be back on the Mom Unit again–overnight-type stuff, my Bible, daytimer and some books to read. My camera, just in case.
I figured I could always request other things later. . .
The resident (once again) was someone I had never … Continue reading
I had mixed feelings about leaving. I felt like I would be coming right back–I felt like labor and delivery was a ticking time bomb, that might go off just because I simply walked out of the hospital. There was a certain measure of safety in being on the Mom Unit: if my water broke … Continue reading
With contractions 2-3 minutes apart and dilation progressing, I was admitted to the hospital on Sunday, May 25. It was looking like I would deliver that night, but after cortizone shots for Little Q’s lungs and procardia to slow my contractions, I found myself transferred from Labor and Delivery to the Mom Unit about 24 … Continue reading