Merry Christmas and Happy New Year! I hope you all enjoyed celebrating the birth of our Savior with your families and friends. Our family definitely celebrated well. My parents came down early Christmas morning and brought a delicious breakfast and sweet gifts. Daniel came a little later (after the kids had opened gifts and I’m sure successfully made a huge mess of the house) to spend the day with me and his whole family came down to have Christmas dinner in a hospital cafeteria. To say the emotions that day were extreme is an understatement.
“And the angel said to them, “Fear not, for behold, I bring you good news of great joy that will be for all the people.” Luke 2:10
I’m sorry I haven’t updated in a while. For a few days after my last update, things were pretty quiet. The girls’ scans were stable. I wasn’t having many contractions. The kids at home were healthy. I remember thinking, Okay, maybe we are just going to ride this out the next few weeks. Then we were hit with a few days of complications—regular contractions, steady leaking of amniotic fluid, Piper’s heart rate having very frequent decels. They explained that her heart rate is a reflection of the low fluid level and her umbilical cord being compressed when she or Avery moved certain ways or when I sat or laid in a certain position. They are watching these “variables” closely. If they become too frequent, more drastic, or she doesn’t bounce back from them quick enough, we will need to deliver. Since then, it seems like every other day bounces between being quiet and stable to feeling very unsteady and full of questions. But through it all, it has been so evident that the Lord is in control. The girls have overcome CRAZY odds. Odds that have no scientific reasoning. There is truly no explanation but God. Dr. Espinoza and Florence both mentioned that although they tried to remain optimistic for our sake in the beginning, neither one of them thought we would make it this far having ruptured membranes. So we continue focusing on the day (or hour) ahead.
The monotony of my days here has started to wear on me. Thursday marked officially having been admitted for five weeks. But family and friends have been here day in and day out. My mom comes just about every day—whether she can stay for an hour or most of the day, she is here. When Daniel is in town, he is here supporting me or at home loving our kids so well. It is hard not to be selfish with his time, but I know they need him too. I have a hard time imagining what our life will look like when we all make it back to Midland, but I have allowed myself a few moments this week to try and each time brought tears of exhaustion, joy, and thankfulness. I know the Lord is focusing my mind, heart, and energy on what is right in front of us and carrying all five of us through this journey. One that I still question WHY we are on, but I know one day we will find out.
Thank you for continually supporting us—through words of encouragement, visiting us at the hospital, loving our kids, providing meals, and most of all praying for our girls. They are our miracle babies, and I excitedly look forward to the day when we share the news that they are here—healthy and beautiful.
Tonight, we are praying for continued and astounding growth for both girls, increased fluid levels for Piper, and at least another 9 days! January 8th marks 28 weeks—another miracle milestone. Thank you, thank you for your constant prayers.
“Let us then with confidence draw near to the throne of grace, that we may receive mercy and find grace to help in time of need.” Hebrews 4:1