Today the sky was blue, and so was I. Sharon Schmidt Twenty two weeks and one day. Chris, Sue, Morgan and I got up early to get breakfast and get to the hospital. Brooke slept well last night, thanks to Dr. "Ambien". Connie, the sonographer, came in to take Brooke to get the ultrasound. As expected, Emerson's heart wasn't beating. As I was reminded today, her spirit and a good friends' recent loss, are playing together on the other side. Coeur d'Lane and Lennon are doing well. They were so busy in there, moving, sucking on their hands - so sweet. Their heart rates are in a good range and their fluid levels remain in a good range. The average delivery occurs about 10 weeks after this procedure. We want Coeur d'Lane and Lennon to get big and stay in as long as possible! We won't have to worry about Emerson now. We focus our attention on the future. Worry does not empty tomorrow of its sorrow; it empties today of its strength. Corrie Ten Boom
Somewhere, something incredible is waiting to be known . – Carl Sagan Yesterday afternoon Brooke went to Cincinnati to get an ultrasound and echo for the babies. They were ready to do the surgery to separate Emerson & Lenn on as soon as today, if necessary, but Dr. Crombleholme thinks Emerson is stable enough to wait until Monday. Just when you think it's over, it's not. Dr. Crombleholme reminded us not to assume this is "it" fo r Emerson. It's possible that the surgery will help her. He wants to give Emerson a chance to live. He wants to give her the benefit of the doubt. I don't think it's a coincidence that this is Easter weekend. Praying. Love recognizes no barriers. It j umps hurdles, leaps fences, penetrates walls to arrive at it destination full of hope. Maya Angelou
30 Things My Children and Grandchildren should Know about Me. Day 7 - What is your dream job and why? First, I honestly think I have the dream job. Helping women and families through the amazing journey of parenthood. So, what would be that alternate dream job? Well, I've had lots of dream jobs. Let me sound this out and narrow it down. I used to think owning a pug farm would be awesome. We would have a hundred pugs and play with them all day. Saying things like, "Do you wanna <fill in the blank>???" We'd watch them tilt their heads in anticipation of whatever it was we asked. Pugs frolicking through green, flowery fields and snorting in delight. And then four pugs came to live with us while their "parents" got settled in their new homes. I love those pugs but they squashed my idea of that dream job. How about activity director at a retirement community? My first job was a volunteer at a nursing home. Play...
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