Sher Bailey is a writer in the Midwest who believes the power of humor, Mod Podge, and grandkids can fix most problems in life. You can find her at SherBailey.com.
I’m a little afraid to write to you because the last time (and first time) I did, I wound up admitted in the hospital hours later. Let’s not pull any stunts today, sweet girl.
We’re almost to the 27 week mark – getting closer each day to that important first goal of 28 weeks. We count each day that you stay in my belly as a success. I want to secretly high-five my cervix for holding on and I sort of picture it slooowly stretching out like a rubber band that is about to snap.
You, my dear, are doing fabulous. You are healthy and gaining weight and steadily practicing your aerobic skills. The amount of movement I feel out of you is unreal. Sometimes I wonder if its normal. Should my belly really be bouncing around like this all time time? I’ll admit, I think you’re a little crazy, just like your brother was. (Psst… he’s still a little crazy.)
This time in our lives is not fun, little girl, but we are willing to go through it for you. You are much too tiny to come join us on the outside and we are trying so very hard to keep you right where you are. I don’t want you to go through everything that waits for you upstairs in the NICU should my body fail you. Stay put, love.
(The personalized beanie came from here, if you’re wondering.)