Day 13 and counting

Today is my 13th day in the hospital. I never expected this. I always thought the hard part would be getting pregnant not staying pregnant. I am torn between a million different emotions. I feel blessed, sad, scared, angry, hopeful, anxious, bored, and lucky all at the same time. When I went to the doctor on March 8th I didn't think I would end up In The hospital for the rest of my pregnancy. Because of some issues with pre term labor here I sit. Each day is a blessing and a gift from God.

I am currently 23 weeks and 3 days pregnant. I am praying constantly to make it past 24 weeks. For those of you who don't know 24 weeks is the earliest point of viability for a baby. So right now I have my sights set for 24 weeks and everything past that is one more day that God will bless me with the ability to keep these sweet babies in my tummy. I am asking you to pray along with me.

Tomorrow I am moving down the hall to labor and delivery for a procedure that will last 48 hours and requires constant monitoring. I will be receiving two steroid shots in the hopes that it will help the babies lungs develop more quickly. I will also be receiving magnesium solfate which helps the babies blood vessels develop. This is the yucky one. It is supposed to make you feel hot and lethargic and all around crummy. I am not excited about this but will do it if it helps my babies in the slightest. I will let you know how it all goes.

Prayer requests:
1. That the treatments will turn out to be good and I won't feel that bad

2. That these babies will continue to grow and stay in my belly

3. That clayton will feel some peace. He is a giant stress ball