Our anniversary came and Jackson didn’t, which is great news because it means he passed his tests on Friday with flying colors. (And Dave and I got to enjoy a rare and quiet anniversary dinner together!) Now, Jackson is only 4 days away from being full-term. I don’t want to jinx anything, but I think we just might make it to 37 weeks! GO US!
I’d been a little upset with the idea of anyone other than my regular doctor delivering my baby. I’ve finally gotten over that. My regular doctor actually said a lot to help me with it. Transferring all of our care to the specialists was the right thing to do. Sure, the rooms at our “new” hospital are old and tiny and probably haunted, but the best doctors don’t always practice in the prettiest hospitals. And now, we have a nurse case manager coordinating the care from our medical team which includes our maternal-fetal health specialists, Jackson’s neonatologist, and our geneticist. When you’re worried about your baby, it helps to know you have your very own League of Medical Superpowers on hand to save the day.
We’ve talked about the NICU and the chance that Jackson may need to spend some time there. We’ve worked out the details of making sure that he is never without a parent present and that he will be breastfed. Hopefully, we’ll never have to resort to those plans, but I feel good knowing we’re ready for the worst case scenario. And I like calling it the worst case scenario, because it gives my heart room to believe ALL WILL BE WELL.
ALL WILL BE WELL.
Dave will be undergoing genetic testing for his myotonia congenita (which our geneticist wants to be sure isn’t actually misdiagnosed myotonic dystrophy) on Tuesday while Jackson and I have our last round of diagnostic tests before his delivery on Thursday.
The BIG day.
I’m anxious and excited and scared as hell.
*Have you heard that rhyme?
Monday’s child is fair of face,
Tuesday’s child is full of grace,
Wednesday’s child is full of woe,
Thursday’s child has far to go,
Friday’s child is loving and giving,
Saturday’s child works hard for his living,
And the child that is born on the Sabbath day
Is bonny and blithe, and good and gay.
I’m not sure what “Thursday’s child has far to go” means. Initially, I thought it sounded a little negative and sad, but Julia is Thursday’s child and she’s pretty kick-ass. Maybe it means she has far to go as in she’s going to go far in life?
I’m Tuesday’s child. Dave is Sunday’s. Lucy is Wednesday’s child. (I can’t think of a way to put a positive spin on “full of woe.” Poor Lucy.) And Phoebe is Friday’s.
What about you?