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Too close for comfort

Last week, right before a long four-day weekend, I had an ultrasound to determine the position of the placenta, since it looked suspiciously close to the cervix at my 20 week scan. After not so patiently waiting the whole weekend, I got a call this morning. It is close. Four millimeters close. Too close.

There will be more ultrasounds, one at 32 weeks and again at 36 weeks, to monitor how things are progressing. The hope is that as the uterus expands, it will pull the placenta back. If not, then we are looking at a C-section. My first after six normal, uncomplicated deliveries.

So I am asking for prayers that things will improve enough that I can avoid surgery. And if that is not the case, then please pray that I will be brave. I am a wimp about these kind of things. No medication for a natural delivery? No problemo. Put a big needle in my back and then slice open my skin? Egads!

I will also let you know that I have had this sense of urgency to get things ready early this time around. Everything seems normal, but I have had this nagging feeling that I need to be prepared early. We are not ready in the slightest.

 I don't have a name for this sweet baby, Therese is still in the crib (though she did climb out by herself this morning), and all my boy baby clothes are winter clothes since Ben and Jack were winter babies. I am also getting ready to purchase more cloth diapers since it looks like I will be diapering two kids at the same time.

I know this is a small little blip in the grand scheme of things, but please add this small request to your daily intentions if you would.

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  1. Sending prayers! Hoping, along with you, that things will change and you will not have to undergo c-section. And, that baby doesn't arrive too early.
    May you and baby be protected in the coming weeks and be wrapped in Mary's motherly mantle.

    Keep us posted!

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  2. Starting the prayers now. I'm with you in the "wimp" factor. No problem with natural deliveries - but keep the needles and knives away!! I'm praying for a good outcome with a normal, natural delivery. But also that you can find comfort in the advice of your doctor for what is best for you and the baby. Ultimately, a healthy baby and a safe delivery are the most important things - not how the delivery happens.

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  3. You are in my prayers. May you be in the protection of your Creator and may his blessing be on you during this impending birth of your beautiful gift from him.

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  4. You are in my prayers. And don't worry about getting ready. All a summer baby needs are t-shirts, diapers, and his mother's arms. But we'll pray he stays in there a lot longer! Trust in God.

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  5. Oh my! I've added you and the family to my daily list of prayers!

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  6. Not a small blip--a big one in your world. Will be praying for a normal delivery at 40 weeks.

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  7. Sounds "too close". Sure hope everything goes alright!

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  8. Keeping you in my prayers, Jenny. And, I agree with your friend above. Don't worry. Summer babies just need diapers and a onsie. And, now, I am scratching my head thinking, where are Joseph's summer baby clothes. If, I figure out what I have done with them, they are all yours. I have been flinging so much stuff, but I will see what I have.

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