I am writing today from a cold hospital room. No, the babies have not been delivered yet. Although they are making every effort to make their entrance, all measures have been taken to stop their premiere for a few more days. 24 settled in here on Sunday afternoon and anxiously awaits information daily from doctors as to when the babies will be allowed to debut. They are still small, yet at 35 weeks they could hold their own in this world with a little help from the NICU. 24 is uncomfortable, and at times, even in pain. Her contractions have not completely ceased, but with medication have subsided a great deal.
I guess, if I had been realistic, I knew that a hospital stay in the last few weeks of her pregnancy would be inevitable. My job is to rub her back, massage her feet and legs, give emotional encouragement (You can do it! It will all be over soon! Rah, Rah, Rah!), and pray.
Her greatest concern, as she awaits the delivery, is for her 2 year old son. Each day she longs to care for him, yet she must trust others that love her and G2 (2 year old Grandchild) to give him a day of lovin' and fun. He is doing well, he is practically on holiday with nuturers that desire to meet his every whim.
Her husband is a great source of support and comfort, never leaving her side except to take care of unavoidable responsibility (his job) and attempting to fulfill her every need and notion.
It is a trying time, yet, we find God so faithful to meet our needs through others. Sweet people are praying, visiting, caring, doing.
Lord, give 24 physical relief from the pain and infuse her with patience,. Give her a look at the big picture and the stamina to endure the next few weeks with hope and confidence. Protect B1 and B2. Grow them, strengthen them, endow them with excellent health (inside and out of the womb).
Imagine what the future holds for 24 and her husband. All I can say is WOW!
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