Another day in the hospital.
The funniest/ scariest thing happened this morning.
Around 6am a nurse came into my room with a baby in it’s little rolling cart. Since she didn’t turn on the light, my room was completely dark. I was sleeping but I arose when she came in. I looked at the nurse and said that although the child was cute- it wasn’t my baby. She said “Well how do you know- it’s dark in here?” I answered that since I haven’t given birth yet she couldn’t possibly be mine. She said “Oh” and walked out with the baby cart.
OK now let me ask you this- if I had given birth to one baby and they would have brought that child into my room in the dark, how could I have known it was mine? Imagine I would have started breastfeeding?
So that was the scary part of it all.
Seeing that cute little baby made me sentimental but also jealous. I’m jealous of the women in the rooms by me that have their beautiful babies in their arms. I’m jealous that everything is now behind them and they have those crying little angels. Everything feels so up in the air with me. I don’t know when my babies will come into this world, I don’t know if they are healthy or not. So many questions. So many worries.
On a brighter note, I had my growth sonogram today.
Baby A (lazy baby like her daddy) weighs 2.3 pounds.
Baby B (mover and shaker like mommy) weighs in at 2.7 pounds.
Baby A seems more passive than her sister already- she’s even getting less food apparently. Of course I know that being passive doesn’t have anything to do with weight, but I’m not surprised.
The fluid in both are good and nothing has changed in my cervix. Again, no news is good news.
I’m now 27weeks and 3 days. I am blessed that I got here.