All Glory, Laud, and Honor
32 weeks and 4 days. The days suddenly matter more than ever as we await the arrival of our baby boy. An arrival that should be taking place in 8 weeks, but suddenly could happen as early as next week. A week and a half ago, I went in for a normal appointment, not feeling well but thinking and hoping I was just sick with a virus. This turned into being hospitalized which turned into a diagnosis of hepatic cholestasis of pregnancy. This progressed to my old OB wiping her hands of me, and a rough transition to the new OB in a more difficult location with different policies and a much larger office that sees many more people. The saving grace has been that the doctor I got to know while in the hospital has taken time out of her days to call me and ensure I understand what is happening and what we could be facing. The fears are of an increased risk of stillbirth, an increased risk of hemorrhage, and a risk of permanent damage to my body. These risks feel insurmountable. There have been man...