Day 12

Mook supplying today's installment.

Today was filled with anticipation, pressure and pain in the gut...

We were hoping today would resolve the debate of Ron's worldly debut. First of all, I go into work today at 1am in hopes of getting my normal stuff done and leaving in time to make it here for the amnio. Yeah, so I'm 3 minutes late to the procedure. So here I am sprinting through the hospital, like that old OJ Simpson commercial in the airport; only I was dodging and diving around pregnant chicks or family that was lost in hysterics rather than passenger luggage.

From the east end of the parking lot to the far west end of the building, only to find the room empty... a random nurse sees me in panic and mentions that JJ has gone to ultrasound; before she could finish, "I know where that is!" and off I darted back to the east side of the hospital. Luckily I ran into one of the nurses that has been so helpful since we came to our new vacation spot. She ran right with me and got me into the Fort Knox that is ultrasound... Just in time!!!

I could see the concern on JJ's face and I did what I could to calm her and keep her from looking at the procedure. Granted I didn't feel the pain and pressure, but I witnessed it up close and personal, and I tell you, JJ is freakin' awesome! I'm no wimpy white boy but damn, they would have needed to tie me down. One glimpse at that bad boy needle coming at me and it would have hit the fan... No way I would have been up for that. (Not to scare anyone who may have this on the roster for future endeavours, but holy crap...) if I did, my bad...

Finally the procedure is over and we head back to the room. Let me interject with how dark it is in these ultrasound rooms... Our ultrasound tech was nice but once we got out into the light of the hallway, I was caught staring... chicky had her eyebrows drawn on... Seemingly with a thick permanent marker. I know this is no big deal, but these resembled furry caterpillars that were navy blue. An obvious shade navy blue!?!?! Completely natural looking... for smurfs... Regardless of Smurfette and her new eye-do, we get back to the room and JJ is in serious pain. The nurses assured us, that this was all natural and gave some pain meds to calm her nerves.

Finally, at 6:30 this evening, we get some results. Little Ron showed that his lung capacity and maturity measured out to a 28.6 where the docs like to see at least a measurement of 40 before they are comfortable with delivery. JJ was devastated. I reminded her how fragile these little people are and how each day in the womb makes him stronger. And please believe we BOTH know that this extra time just makes Ron stronger--but the best way JJ describes how it is for her: It's not like being the hospital to get well when you are sick; each day is getting harder for her as she experiences more pain and the threat of heavier bleeding. We had a good hug session and talked out our options. Though, not the results we wanted, we are both thankful that these test exist and that little man is doing well in his current habitat. We hope to have a good chat with our doctor in the AM.

We both want to thank you all for your thoughts, prayers, comments, and gifts through this time. All of these mean more than the world.

-Mook out-