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Club Bedd- Week 5- Love Beyond Measure

It’s hard to know what to wish for in moments like this. A healthy baby? Patience? Strength?

I am grateful that we have made it this far. Five weeks of bed rest on the high-risk floor of the hospital. Five weeks of nourishment and “natural” life support for our baby, before he enters the world. When I arrived, Jacob was just 28 weeks. Now he will be 33 on friday. We have passed many milestones, and welcome each new one as a little miracle.

Oh, Baby, you are loved beyond measure!

I never knew it was possible to love someone who is not even born yet. Someone who does not live amongst us. I guess it’s the closest thing to faith or G-d. Treasuring the unseen.

I have had such an amazing support system. My friends and family say that I have been so positive on this journey, and that it’s helping me and the baby, as well as my sweet husband. But, perhaps I have the room to be positive because I feel so supported and loved. I hope they know how grateful I am!

I also wanted to thank YOU, for reading this, for your prayers and emails to me. You have NO IDEA how much this has meant to me. I would like to write you all back personally when things quiet down here (and I will!) but for now, please accept my deepest gratitude.

We have been getting some pressure from the High Risk specialists to rush into an amnio to see if the rupture of my water has sealed up. Although it’s minimally risky, there is still some chance that the amnio could cause another rupture, or put me in pre-mature labor. Our birth plan with our Dr. was to do this test at 34 weeks, at which time they would deliver him (if my water is still broken) or send me home to go a few weeks more (if my water sealed) . We made a decision as a family to keep our original birth plan and test at 34 weeks, not before! The specialist was a pushy, cocky woman and I felt as if we needed to stand our ground. She cared little that there was any risk involved.

So I have opted to stay at Club Bedd for the additional time, rather than risk anything and test too early. Nine days of patience can mean boatloads to a baby who is growing every day inside me. We are doing this for HIM. It makes me happy to know that the Bear and I can whether these things together as a family.