Tomorrow marks the 8th week since we first discovered there were serious complications with Noah's health. We were told that same day it was likely trisomy 13 or 18 and the results were confirmed only 2 days later.
Today marks the 29th week of my pregnancy with Noah. This means I potentially have 11 weeks left. Time is passing so differently now and lately I have really been wrestling with the uncertainties ahead of me.
Knowing that we have come so far in the last 8 weeks from the first day we found out encourages me that the next 11 weeks (should we go that far) can continue to be weeks of growth. We have mamaged 8 weeks, surely we can survive another 11... almost half way to our due date. But the uncertainties seem to be catching up to me.
I have begun preparing for when I go into labour since it could be any day. I have a few things packed for Noah, though I don't have anything that would fit him at his current weight (almost 3lbs). I am getting my lists ready... who to call... what to do... what to bring. Starting to read about labour and getting back into that mindset. How do I prepare when it could be any minute or not until the beginning of March?
More than the timing of his arrival are the questions that remain about his health and the length of time we have with him. How can I prepare at the same time for the death of my son and/or caring for a baby with special needs? Do I pack away my baby things or get them ready? No one can answer these questions for me. No statistics have answers. Each case is so individual.
I know I need to be thankful for each day I have and when Noah greets me each day with his morning kicks I smile and am thankful that he made it through another night. Sometimes (like now) it is just really difficult to maintain that as my focus.