Monday was a significant day.
Monday marked the 112th day of bedrest for Jen in our first pregnancy.
Monday marked the 70th day of hospitalization for Jen.
Monday signaled the beginning of Week 34 in the pregnancy; a miracle upon miracles that no one thought we would get to.
Monday. Monday Jen got to come home.
Monday got me thinking about a lot of things. Like how quickly time passes and how laboriously slow time labors. From hurry up to wait, from being comfortable and oblivious to “stretched as a pat of butter scraped thinly across a piece of toast”.
Monday made me think of how much my world has changed in the last four years. How my isolated world of self became a world for two, and is being opened wide now to accomodate three.
It made me grateful for a lot of things. The gift of faith. I could not even begin to muster or conjure up enough will power to get through where we have been so far, and where this all may end up. No amount of positive thinking or hopeful wishing could have sustained. It was faith. And that faith was a gift of God.
I continue to be grateful to my family and my church (my dysfunctional extended family). For prayers, and love, and support.
I think, though, that I am most grateful that for the last two nights, my wife and my unborn son slept next to me in the bed.
This home is not a home without my wife there. And soon, it will not be the same home without my son.
Thanks for the continued prayers. The journey continues, and we will make weekly trips to Augusta until delivery.
Love to you all. David & Jen