It's been a long two days since my last post (which I'll get to in a moment). I have had a terrible headache that won't go away (and still hasn't). I really don't get headaches, so of course my first thought was - something is wrong with my pregnancy. When the headache got worse today, I ended up at the hospital to get evaluated for Pre-Eclampsia. Thankfully, my labs came back looking perfect (is that rude to brag like that?). I still have the headache - and I really haven't had the luxury to lay in a dark, quiet room with a bag of peas on my head. For the last two days I've had to answer Brian's ten million questions, beg him to watch yet another Scooby Doo, say no twenty times to playing outside... and get bossed around while painting and coloring and playing pirates and building houses. I'm not complaining - I love playing with Brian - ok, I am complaining. I would have rather been in bed all day. But Ed is home now - and I am finally in bed. And I likely won't leave until tomorrow night if I can swing it.
So far, this pregnancy has been my easiest. Every ultrasound has looked picture perfect - there have been no worries or complications. My blood pressure (which has been a problem in previous pregnancies and the big reason Gavin and Brian were born before their due dates) has been perfect. I have the normal issues - sciatica, restless legs, heartburn and difficulty sleeping... but you won't hear me complain! And it's getting harder, physically, for me to do strenuous activities. You know, like getting up off the couch. But when something comes up - like this headache - I panic. I don't believe I could bear to lose another child. I have said from the start that I plan to "believe this baby born" - but I still have this little cloud of anxiety that follows me everywhere. Because I know that the worst can happen - and it can happen quickly like a sucker punch. I know because I've lived it. Twice.
But Hope is fine. And I will live (in my bed... until tomorrow night). She is proving to be a very considerate little girl, this Hope Margaret. She moves ALL the time - just like her brother, Brian, who I nicknamed "monkey" during my pregnancy with him! It's very reassuring to me to know that she's ok. Every movement - even if it wakes me - is like a hello from Heaven. I just have this visual of Gavin constantly tickling her feet to get her to move because he knows it will bring me comfort. Silly, maybe, but it's something I love to visualize.
I want to thank ALL of you for receiving our project for Gavin's birthday with such enthusiasm and support. I was so grateful for your lovely comments, your great suggestions and your overall excitement for our plan to re-do the children's waiting room in Paoli Hospital's emergency room in his memory... inspired, of course, by Brian. As of this moment, the unbelievable total stands at $5, 955.00. I'm going to keep it open until next week for anyone who wants to donate, but I have to say - the generosity has blown us away. EVERY donation to me is generous - from the $6.00 donations that were given to represent his sixth birthday to the $600.00 donation from a generous woman who had been waiting to do something extraordinary with some inheritance money she received. Picturing each and every one of you taking the time to enter your information online and pull out a credit card and read those tiny numbers as you typed it all in - it makes me want to cry. Thank you for taking time out of your busy lives to care about our project... our son's memory... and our family. I don't take any of this for granted and I promise you that I will keep you involved every step of the way as we transform this little room (with extra to spare!) for all of the children, like Brian, who are left waiting.
Thank you, from the bottom of our hearts.