Less Than 2 Weeks

I feel like dancing these days. I want to do a little jig to show just how happy I am to be 13 days away from meeting Wyatt and moving on from this rocky pregnancy. I'm not just rejoicing over the end of this trial, but I'm celebrating the painful journeys that we will not have to take. Wyatt is almost 35 weeks. We will not have to watch him struggle for life in a ventilator. We will not have to watch him grow, burdened physically and mentally by simply showing up too early. We won't have to wonder if he is one of the 10% who when born at 28 weeks don't survive. We will get to hold our baby soon after he is born.

I know that life is never certain, and other catastrophes such as illness, infection, or injury could endanger our baby boy. If he was born today, he would likely require some breathing and eating assitance. But the longterm effects are small or nonexistant. Even in the next 13 days, I could also hemorrhage and endanger both of us. Perhaps I should postpone my happy dance until I'm out of surgery and we are both stable.

But, we are getting so close to escaping the big bad monster that has been stalking us for the past few months. And so I just have to celebrate now, even if it is still a little premature.