Happy Fourth of July! Although as my obstetrician joked this morning, it’s a bit hard to celebrate independence day when I’m the prisoner of a hospital! He encouraged me to hang on at least until Bastille Day, July 14, the holiday to celebrate the release of captives. š
Today marks another milestone for our girls – they are officially better at listening to their mother than I was at their age (Sorry, Mom)! I was born at 31 weeks after my mom’s water broke about a week prior. She had pleaded with me to stay put, but I stubbornly insisted on making my premature debut, weighing in at a measly 2 lbs. 8oz. So not only are my girls chunkier than me, they’re more obedient – they’ve passed the 31 week, 0 days, mark and seem quite content to stay put for a while longer. I pray that this early display of compliance is long-lived!
Both girls passed their NST today, even though it took one of them two monitoring attempts to complete the required cardiac accelerations. A few minutes after the nurse strapped on the monitors to give her a second chance, I had given up and assumed we would need to resort to the biophysical profile (a quick ultrasound) to verify that all was well. But then, our knight in shining armor came to the rescue! Jim called to say hi, and as soon as he and I started chatting, our baby girl’s heart rate performed the equivalent of jumping jacks! Her “upbeat” reaction to my happiness at talking to Jim reminded me of a monitoring session we had at the beginning of our hospital stay. The nurse was trying vigorously to track the heart rates of then-tiny babies, who had too much room to maneuver to be bothered to stay still for monitoring. It wasn’t until my obstetrician called from the office to see how I was feeling that the girls suddenly quieted down and behaved themselves! They must have sensed that I was calmed and reassured by his voice, and followed suit by calming themselves down. We have very intuitive youngsters!
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