This was a little unexpected. God Bless my darling sister in law who whose waters broke on Tuesday morning and ended up having basically a crash C-section at 32 weeks. She had a little boy - Simon John who weighed in at 3 pounds 11 ounces and was 16 inches long. The little wee thing spent one night on a ventilator, got surfactant and is now breathing on his own with a tiny whiff of oxygen via nasal cannula. Mommy is also doing good. I am so incredibly thrilled - even though there a couple of folks who are convinced I am utterly suicidal about this. To them I say "Get over it!"
You see as anyone who has read this knows I did kinda fall apart when I found out about the pregnancy and it did take me and mommy a while to get comfortable talking about it. She didn't want to upset me, I didn't want to make her feel bad. But as grown women we worked it out. When I got the news on Tuesday my primary concern was mommy and baby - didn't actually consider me and RB and our situation which really is so peripheral to all of this. Sadly convincing that couple of people that I am not about to swallow a handful of pills or hang myself from the nearest beam seems to be impossible. The passive aggressive remarks about not having savings, and stress causing our miscarriage 3 years ago did not endear these people to me either. I miscarried because I miscarried - end of story. I have stopped blaming myself so these folks need to stop trying to blame us too.
We are planning on heading down to MD when the other folks have left - I am more than happy to stay up a couple of nights with the bairn to give mommy and daddy a break - I just want to do it without the critical gaze of our biggest critics. Well I guess the old adage is very true...you can choose your friends, but you cannot choose your family.
My sister in law is hoping we do get pregnant soon so the two bairns will be close in age and can be brought up together - I think this is adorable given that I have grown up with an uncle who is more like a big brother and cousins that I few as siblings - but then I do have a huge family....
So where are we with all of this baby making. Actively trying, feeling my cervix, checking my mucous (all so very gross) timing sex...not pregnant. I have actually stopped being upset when I get my period - I finally reached acceptance that we will need some help with all of this. We saw Dr. Styer on Wednesday (oh the irony) and here is the plan
- clomid challenge in the New Year on our schedule
- if not PG during the challenge then 1 cycle of clomid with IUI
- if no joy then SC injections and IUI for 4 cycles
- if no joy the IVF for however long it takes....
I am so freaking glad I live in Massachusetts so this is covered by insurance. Serendipitous move I think.
But back to Wee Simon (or as hubby and I have christened him the Cartman of the NICU - given that he is way big by NICU standards) - we are just so thrilled that he is doing so well, and we are already spoiling him...and we will always have gum.
