September 1, 2009
Still in the hospital, we’re all hanging in there. Mostly uneventful except for a resurgence of contractions over the weekend, now back under control. Cervix has actually grown from .5 cm back to .9 cm! They would let me go soon if I wanted, but I’m not ready to leave just yet.
Now for the omen. I received these chips with my hospital lunch.
The “guaranteed fresh until” date is my ideal date to finish helping these babies get “baked,” for several reasons.
It would be 36 weeks, an excellent twin gestation. That is too much to hope for me now, as 36 weeks would be well beyond all doctors’ expectations. But, it sure sounds good.
It is the birthday of my late grandfather, the first birthday since his death.
It is even the birthday of another set of twins in my family.
I can’t think that far ahead — it’s one day at at time, one hour at a time right now. But wouldn’t it be nice? Until then, I’ll just be lying here with my little taters.