This is it...this is THE week. THE week that last time, with Bailey, was her last week with us. It was the last days of feeling her kick. It was the last week I was blissfully ignorant and expected my pregnancy to last for another 18 weeks with no problem. It was THE last week in the span of what should have been 40 weeks that my life was just "normal".
What week is that? It's the week between 22 and 23 weeks. Today, I am 22w1d, and sitting here as I write this post, feeling Cameron kick her little legs and feet. I feel the occasional bump, bump, bump. And it's the week that I feel like I am holding my freaking breath, just praying with every fiber of my being that history doesn't repeat itself. To make it to next Thursday, even at 6 a.m. will be monumental, but only the first stepping stone.
I went into labor with Bailey at 23 weeks...right on the money pretty much. I woke up as the day ticked over to 23 weeks...cramping and bleeding. We left the house at 1:00 a.m. and went to the hospital. I was fully dilated when I was checked and 3 hours and 33 minutes into week 23, Bailey was born. And 4 hours and 27 minutes into week 23, she was gone.
So, we just need to make it through this week...Next Thursday, here we come! Please be kind on us this time around...