I don't know exactly when it happened. For Earl it was sometime on Saturday. All I know is he saw my belly, bigger than the day before and said, in a giggly, happy voice that I had not heard since we saw the doctor "that's because our little dancer is growing".
For me it was sometime on Sunday.
I spent Sunday morning reading blogs of people who had to deliver babies early.
And as I read them I realised I believed dancer was going to make it, even if he was a little prem.
Nothing has happened, with the exception of dancer continuing to party in my belly. But for some reason, maybe only as a way to cope, Earl and I have decided he will live.
We are not telling people everything. When people ask we say "one of the babies is a bit small, so we'll have to watch that". That too helps with our mood, as we down play it to others it doesn't seem so dire.
The hardest thing is knowing what to do.
The baby forums almost all say "your doctors will say that bed rest and protein supplements won't help, but it saved my baby"
I trust my doctor, and I'm not going to do either. But I will rest more, and I am adding an egg every day to my diet, because it won't hurt and it may help!
I will also try calling a midwife today to find out if I should be pulling back on walking.
Thanks for all your support. I am so grateful for prayers and hope that is coming my way, and for all your love for my boys. I know it is your hopefulness that is making my own possible.
Yesterday I went through our baby clothes. They are either Uni-sex or my nephews, so they are perfect for the boys. I held them up to my stomach and I smiled. Now that I think of it, I lied at the start of the post. I do know when hope resurfaced. It was then.