Fantastic Follow-Up, Fabulous Fall, and Furniture Friday

19 days. 19 days ago was the last time I had felt the sun or breathed fresh air. I had been given the okay to take ten minute wheelchair rides outside two Fridays ago. But just rolling down the hall to the nursery had me exhausted and sore. Going outside for my own selfish wants just didn't seem worth it. I wanted to stay in my bed where my body was most comfortable and I felt you were most safe. All week though, we had decided that if Friday's ultrasound went well, I would finally go outside. Who would've guessed all that our day had in store...

We had no idea when our appointment would be, but I anticipated before 10. Zsu Zsu planned on arriving at 8 so that she wouldn't miss anything. At 7:50 she texted me that she was stuck in horrible traffic and was afraid she wouldn't make it. I tried to reassure her that all seemed to be moving slow today: my breakfast was 40 minutes later than usual and my nurse was an hour later than usual. Maybe it was a sign that the ultrasound would be later too. 

Well, just 30 minutes later she rolled in and we all enjoyed breakfast together. Not long after my wheelchair from downstairs arrived and it was time to go back to the second floor for the ultrasound. (Side note: elevator ride #2 in 12 years was a success! Christmas carols blaring in my headphones and eyes squeezed shut, but I did it...again!)

First on the ultrasound agenda: measure the results of the surgery. "Okay. Good," the technician said while taking measurements on the screen. "Looks like we at 1.5 centimeters." I was instantly sick to my stomach. Why was this good news?? Wasn't it 3 centimeters after surgery? If after 2 weeks it was already cut in half, that would mean I only had two more weeks until I delivered. I was sure it was back to the catheter, an upside down bed, and the magnesium drip. I was ready for them to start the steroid shots for you two. I was just devestated that it didn't work. All I could do was squeeze your dad's hand and pray I was wrong.  

From there she began checking on you two. You had both made tremendous progress and continued to look great. You had gone from 1 pound 4 ounces and 1 pound 2 ounces to 1 pound 12 ounces and 1 pound 11 ounces! Great news!!

It was around this time during the ultrasound that Dr. Weeks popped in to review the results of the surgery. This was it. Moment of truth...

"We consider anything over 1 centimeter successful, 1.2 great, and 1.5 fantastic! In fact, I don't see any reason why you can't go home this morning!" I was shocked. The room was instantly filled with gasps and cries of joy (I even snuck your daddy tearing up - he was beyond ecstatic). Turns out what the technician had measured had just been what the surgery created, not the entire length. Nothing had changed in two weeks! The surgery was officially a success! The doctor was even encouraged that he could see this pregnancy making it full term!

From there our Friday just got better and better. Zsu Zsu took me home where your all's furniture was then delivered. She then put up my fall decorations which I had been so sad to be missing. And then, later that night, your dad cooked me a delicious home cooked meal which we enjoyed outside on the patio with the fabulous cool fall weather. 

I cannot believe all of the turn of events Friday had for us. To think that just three weeks ago doctors were preparing us for the worst and now I'm laying on my couch typing these words. God is truly amazing, Little Miracles! I am so thankful that you, my boys, are still perfectly healthy.