Let Us Rejoice In It.
“I can’t believe you were discharged from the hospital. We cannot see you at this location anymore, we are spooked.” “We’re going to try to get you to 34 weeks. But I don’t think we can do it.” “I’ve only seen 2 other cases as bad as yours, and neither of them made it with both mother and baby.” “We don’t know what will happen.” “We’re just trying to push you through to lessen the amount of NICU time.” “I don’t trust these blood results. Bile acids can’t go from 185 back down to the normal range (less than 10), even with medication. This can’t be right.” “He’s not breathing on his own. We have to take him to the nursery.” “He’s still not able to breathe on his own. He has to be admitted to the NICU.” “I can’t believe you and he both made it.” We heard all of this. I was sick our entire pregnancy, which is fairly normal for us. Pregnancy is difficult and I’m always very ill, but I never got a break with Silas. Once we got to the 7th month of pregnancy, my body had finally said “no more”...