Much to be thankful for.

If we're facebook friends then you already know the good news but here are the details for anyone interested and for my own posterity's sake.

Our appointment yesterday was at 1:30. I wasn't nervous for it, just anxious. Anxious excited. I've had enough time to pray and receive advice and I just felt okay going in. That was the morning time. Then 12:30 hit and I had to get Scott and I and Henry fed and out the door and my nerves kicked in. I wolfed down my sandwich, my legs ticking the whole time. We got there on time but as we sat and waited I was just a ball of nerves. Scott kept telling me to read a magazine, but my mind was racing and there was no way I would have been able to focus on anything. When it was our turn the specialist seemed nice enough. He explained that according to my 22 week ultrasound I had a three vessel cord, but according to my 30 week ultrasound it was a two vessel. My brain instantly sort of went into a panic mode of "Oh No you DIDN'T just misdiagnose me two weeks ago and put me through all this for nothing!" But by the end of the ultrasound it was official, I do have a two vessel cord. The specialist asked how the pregnancy had gone up until now and we said it was good. Scott said this was our first real "hiccup". The specialist shook his head, no, this isn't a hiccup. While there is a small chance of complication, the majority of babies with this condition are born perfectly healthy. We asked about the size. He seemed unfazed by it being on the smaller side, explaining that all babies are a range. And that while yes, the baby is measuring smaller than my original due date, it's growing steadily at a normal pace. Praise the Lord! As he explained that doctors are obsessive and so they would like to continue to monitor the baby, all I could think about was that Wheezy was okay. My little peanut baby was okay. I had to fight tears again, but this time because I was overjoyed.

As we sat and waited for my appointment with my regular doctor I teared up for good and Scott squeezed my hand.

Wheezy is okay. Praise the Lord!

That being said they are going to monitor me closely for precautionary sake. Another ultrasound and a non-stress test at my next appointment, and then weekly non-stress tests every week from here on out. We'll also have up to two more ultrasounds between the next one and delivery to monitor the amount of fluid around the baby.

The other good news was that Wheezy was head down, which I'm praying he/she will stay that way. And even with everything that has gone on my doctor still is supporting and encouraging my desire for a vaginal delivery, given that no other complications arise between now and the middle/end of October when we will finally get to meet our little Wheezy Babe.

Ultrasound pictures are so much cuter when they're little and can fit nicely in picture...but nonetheless, this is our precious Wheezy.


To say it was a good day was an understatement.

But it get's better.

Scott's grandma was flying out here on Tuesday for an extended stay (I think she plans to stay through January-February) when she got stuck in Denver due to bad weather. 82, alone and terrified. Bless her heart. But God surrounded her with helpful people and she safely made it here yesterday. She was tired, hadn't showered but was in good spirits as she met for the first time, all 4 of the grand kids born in 2007 as well as the newest member of the family.

Little Ada Lee was born on Monday afternoon around 3:45. She weighted 7 pounds, 7 ounces and was 21 inches long. She is beautiful!!



Sar is just a radiant mother...




There were some excited grandmas...


Some joyful grandpa's...


And a very smitten daddy...


But mostly there were a lot of ecstatic little girls...








I've been continually reminded that the God of the universe cares for us. Isn't that amazing? That the Lord of Lords and King of Kings knows our needs and takes care of us. He blesses us continually, and with everything from safe travel to new life.

Holy Holy, is the Lord Almighty!