No need for great alarm, but we've been in the hospital for the past day and a half. Mae went to her regular doctor appointment, and because she was a bit dialated, she was told to go to the hospital to be monitored even though she hadn't really felt any contractions. As soon as Mae got to the hospital, the contractions really started in earnest and we were pretty convinced that she was going to have these boys last night. Sometime around 4 am though, the contractions subsided (with extensive medication) and we bought a little time. We are staying here until a treatment of steroids can be administered to get the boys' lungs in shape, in case they do come early. We're trading in what are sure to be promising baseball careers, for basic oxygen exchange. Even though they'd swing for the fences every time and lay waste to an admittedly thin MLB pitching roster, being on the 'roids will keep them out of the game. I ask you: is this fair?
So, we're very sleepy and WBEZ is getting a couple of unplanned repeats, but otherwise we're all good right now.
Just because the Northwestern Neonatologist made me feel so much better last night, I want to relay that even born this early to odds are extremely, overwhelmingly good that they'll both be healthy and fine. We'll just have more time to spruce up the place before we can take them home.
More soon, friends.
posted by roman mars @ 7:58 PM
