NICU day 24

Sorry I haven't updated in a few days, the blog site I use was updating so I couldn't use it. Jillian is not having a hard of a time on the jet anymore but she has not been able to go down on any of her setting either. I would say her biggest issue right now is her lungs.  She is doing well on her oxygen saturation but she is having a hard time keeping her CO2 levels down.

Now for the good news, on her last echo cardiograph she no longer has pulmonary hypertension (she only had this for 3 days) and her PDA closed (a valve that is in the heart and closes after birth) both which should be helping her lungs. Even though we have seen no improvement so far. Also all of her labs have come back with no sign of infection. This is all an answer to your many prayers.

Her O continues to get smaller a little everyday and her skin is growing up over it quite quickly.  She is eating well and going potty well.  They stopped her feeds for about 48 hours this week because of her lung issues and her need for high sedation.  She is back to feeds as of yesterday and was increased this morning to 3mls every 3 hours today.  I can't wait for her to be able to put some weight on.  Poor baby is still 1.7 pounds and 3 and a half weeks old. 

Thank you all from the bottom of my heart for holding our family up in prayers during this time and continuing to encourage us.  Plus so many of you have gone above and beyond for our family, thank you for showing us the love of our Lord.  I love and cherish each and everyone of you.

Photo bomb below, finally brought in my computer so I am going to make up for lost time.

Jillian wearing an extra small preemie diaper, I wonder what a newborn diaper would look like?

Sweet sleeping beauty

Holding sister's finger 

The thinking pose

**Warning Omphalocele picture below**

This was taken yesterday, can you believe how small it is now and how much skin she grew!

NICU Day 7, It's a girl! Jillian Grace

Sorry I haven't posted in awhile. On Monday, April 18th I woke up feeling sick. The doctors and nurses watched me very closely. It was Mark's and my 13th wedding anniversary so he was planning on visiting and bringing our favorite Thai food. I called and let him know I wasn't feeling up to eating and that he should eat on his way up. In the early evening I developed a fever 99.2 then an hour later 99.6, then and hour later 100.5. The doctor had some blood drawn to check for infection and he did an ultrasound. He told me that babies that get an infection usually develop a faster heart rate and don't move very much. So during the ultrasound she was moving all happy, she was practicing breathing and looked great so doc was happy. Her respiratory rate only increased a small amount and was still in the normal range. I also started to have contractions at first they were 10 minutes apart then 3-4 minutes apart so they started me on magnesium sulfate because it has neurological benefits for the baby. That helped slow my contractions way down but they only wanted me on it for 12 hours so it didn't mask if I was developing an infection. I slept pretty well that night and then at noon on the 19th they took me off. My white cells had increased a small amount with the first lab but they ran 3 more over the next 24 hours and they actually decreased a small amount. Plus 3 hours after coming off the mag my contractions were still very mellow, so we were looking good and doctor let me eat. I only had 1/2 a sandwich and some almonds. It was good I only ate a little because at about 8:00 pm I started to hemorrhage very badly. The doc was called in, the oncologist, radiologist, OB, 2 anesthesiologist for me plus the NICU doctor and nurses and a pediatric surgeon for Jillian. I was loosing so much blood so quickly they were taking the sheets out full of my blood and weighing it to keep up with the amount of blood I was loosing.  In my room they started 3 more IV's and I was started on 2 units of blood.  When the doctor came in he spoke so nice to me and we were on our way to the OR.  Mark was with me the whole time and was amazingly strong and brave.  I am sure that must have been one of the worst things he has ever experienced and how out of control he must have felt.  God was in that room with us and kept us close and calm.  They had to do the surgery in the main OR because of my acretta we packed that room. They had planned to give me a spinal and complete the c-section with me awake, well because I was loosing so much blood so quickly the peri decided it was necessary to put me completely under and quickly.  They started another 4 IV's in the OR, two in my neck and two in my right arm.  The last thing I remember was the peri calling for a mass transfusion.  Jillian Grace was born 15 minutes later at 9:14pm weighing 1 pound 7 ounces and measuring 12 inches long.  The NICU doctors and team took Jillian up to the NICU, she was doing very well but needed to be on oxygen and a ventilator quickly.  Mark was the first to meet our daughter and followed them to the NICU.  I am so thankful he was able to be with her.

I stayed in surgery for the next 2 hours while they worked on me.  During the surgery I received a total of 12 units of blood, 6 units of platelets and 6 units of coagulant, that's 24 units total.  Your body hold 6 units of blood normally so I was loosing blood as fast as they were giving it to me.  They had to give me a hysterectomy but I was able to keep my fallopian tubes and ovaries.  When my surgery was complete and my peri went to tell Mark I was okay, Mark said he was drenched with blood from his knees down where the gown didn't cover.  I was taken to the ICU and spent the night there.  They woke me up from the anaesthesia that night around 12am (I don't remember any of this) Mark and my family were in the ICU, I guess I tried to pull out my tube and didn't want Mark to leave me.  They knocked me back out for the night and woke me up around 9am.  This time I remember them waking me up and I remember wanting to pull out my tube but didn't, I just asked them to remove it.  They were waiting on the respiratory therapist to remove it.  Well it was making me dry heave and that hurts even worse after surgery.  It took about 30 minutes for that lady to show up and remove it.  I stayed in the ICU until about 6pm and was doing well so I was able to go back to my room.  I spent less than 24 hours in ICU.  Thank you God for watching over us through that whole surgery! I was up and walking that night.  I walked to the NICU to meet my daughter. She is perfect!  She might be small but my love for her is beyond words.

She is doing amazing! She is on a ventilator but on a low setting and needs help maintaining her body temp and she had a level 1 brain bleed which will heal on it's own. She is so beautiful! She looks like a Petersen, she has resembled Alexis and Nathan but has her own look to her. Please keep praying God is answering our prayers and we have been safe. She had a hard day on Sunday the 24th, she is so small that the tube has to be in a very small spot in her chest and it moved from that area and she had to be bagged to breath while they got her tube back in.  So for the last two days she has needed oxygen, she was on room air just needing the vent, now she is on 30% oxygen (room air is 21%) so still low.  She also has an elevated white count right now but the rest of her blood work does not reflect and infection any more so her elevated white count is either from the stress of Sunday and them trying to wean her down since then or there is an infection and one of the antibiotics is taking care of it.  Praise the Lord!

As far as her omphalocele God has been correcting that (thank you for the prayers) when she was born some of her intestines and her liver were out in the O, which we knew.  Over the last week her liver and a lot of her intestine have gone back in her abdomen.  God is amazing!  This is even better news because the surgeons no longer want to wait on surgery for her because she is a micro-preemie her skin is very delicate and they are worried that the sack the O is in will deteriorate before it has a chance to scar up and the result of that would be her organs being exposed to the outside elements and infection.  They had scheduled her surgery for today but really want her off the jet vent and just on a traditional vent for the surgery and she is just not ready for that, especially because of Sunday.  The surgeons that come and wrap her O everyday are able to get all of the contents of her O inside her without it upsetting her or causing her to have problems breathing.  They expect her surgery to go well and for her not to need another one.  They will actually not close her skin but make everything go in and then place a mesh like skin over the opening that will grow like skin with her.  The surgeon said they will do their best to create a normal looking belly button for her.  To be honest this is the least of my concerns. 


God's perfect will and timing:
You have all read this blog and know everything that Jillian and I have been through physically.  Well now on the other side God has shown me some of why we have gone through what we have and how perfect His timing is.  The SCH weakened my membranes, which caused my water to break after my amnio.  God kept Jillian and I save for 6 weeks and because of the rupture Jillian received, steroids for her lungs and magnesium sulfate for her neurological benefit.  I started to show signs of infection but God held it off from getting into my system and then into Jillian's system.  Then He had her come out on April 19th.  The surgeon took pictures of my placenta and of my removed uterus and I had an infection in my placenta it was just still on the inside and he could see my placenta on the outside of my uterus.  If I would have stayed pregnant for another week my placenta would have been in my bowel and in my bladder.  This would have been even more life threaten to me and Jillian and we would not have made it another 15 weeks.  I would have hemorrhaged at home and we would have had to be air lifted to Sacramento.  I most likely would have bled to death before we made the trip.  I believe with my whole heart that only God could have planned this whole pregnancy and known when Jillian was strong enough to be out.  All the praise and glory to God!

My step mom has been here for the last month, taking care of all the mom jobs and did above and beyond that and did the grandma thing and the house cleaning/organizing fairy on top of an already very busy schedule.  She was a blessing beyond words and Mark and I were completely blessed by her help and love.  I know my kids who love her so much have now bonded even closer to her and none of them will ever be the same.  Thank you Nora, we love you to the moon and back!

My mom is with the kids as of Friday and now they have another opportunity to bond and be cared for by another amazing women/grandma they have been blessed with.  Mark's parents really want to come and help too.  We have been so blessed with the love of our family, church family and friends.  You are all a gift and we love you so very much!

Jillian Grace right after birth

Jillian, 2 days after birth

Jillian with Daddy's hand

Jillian with Mommy

**Warning** Omphalocele pictures below:

Omphalocele after birth

Omphalocele on Sunday

 

Day 30

My big goal is 58 days away (32 weeks)! 

Found in my morning devotions today:
If you abide in Me, and My words abide in you, you will ask what you desire, and it shall be done for you.  John 15:7
This scripture has really spoken to me because the closer I am to God and the more His word takes over my thoughts (what I mean by that is when my flesh begins to go down a path that is not of the Lord there is a prompting by the Holy Spirit and God's word can change my heart, right then.  It's amazing.) the more my desire is His will.  Lord I do desire to raise this child for You, to know You and to love You, I pray this is Your will.  Amen.

I feel so blessed today, there is a great group of mom's that I found on the internet that all have babies with "O's" and they are amazing families and these babies are fighters!  I have been in contact with them for a few months now and they really are an encouragement for me.

I received my first steroid shot today to help mature the babies lungs, it wasn't too bad really.  I guess a side effect of being in the hospital is becoming use to being poked, lol.  To be honest they have to keep a 16 gauge IV catheter in me because of my risk of bleeding and that is a big ol' needle and those hurt worse than these shots.  I refuse to think it's because the longer I am on bed rest (5 months now) the squishier I become.

Also I spoke with the Pediatric Surgeon last night and he really was a nice and informative man.  I have read a lot about "O's" (of course I am no expert) and I was hoping they used a certain type of closure method here called the paint and wait method.  They do and actually prefers it, he has seen a lot of "O" babies in the many years he has been here and he is the most pleased with the outcome of these patients with babies with giant "O's" and that is what our baby has.  As you can probably tell by the name of it the surgery is not performed right away.  They cover the "O" with a salve and wrap it in gauze and then place a pressure wrap over the defect to slowly get it to go back in.  Then it is covered with a protective cover until it grows normal skin over it.  Then it's only the pressure wrap, I believe.  This continues until the defect if flat with the abdomen, then he continues to watch it.  He said surgery usually happens close to the 2 year mark.  The reason that he waits so long is he has had the best outcome with waiting.  "O" babies tend to be small babies and they can have a thin ribcage, if you close the defect up too soon then it can actually restrict the ribcage even more.  He waits it out to allow the body to adapt and grow to it's full potential before closing it up.  I ask what life would be like in that 2 year time period.  Is swimming out of the question, etc. he said there really is no restrictions (once the skin has covered it) as long as the "O" is covered.  I was very pleased.  He also confirmed for me that the defect really doesn't have an impact on the baby as far as the baby knows everything is fine.  This again is if the "O" is an isolated occurrence.  That waiting has no effect of quality of life.  He did say that 28 weeks would be his first goal for me, I said ok, but I am going to make it to at least 32 weeks, he smiled and said great, lol. 

Thank you all for your prayers! 

I really don't mind writing but I am so not a gifted writer.  I graduated without true grammar understanding, lol.  So I am sure I will be placing commas in the wrong spot, and I know I have run on sentences, but that is how I talk and I think we should write how we talk.  My Grandmother would not agree with that, lol.  I have a math brain what can I say.  So that was just a heads up warning, lol.

My first post, a back ground on this pregnancy

*WARNING, some graphic details are included*

I am starting this blog for a few reasons: 1) to help keep the loved ones who have held us up in prayer these past few months up to date with all of the changes.  2) to help anyone else who maybe going through a similar pregnancy.  3) To remind my family and myself where we have been and where God has brought us to.  4) To be a living example of God's love for us.  With every day that passes to God Be the Glory.

I am going to go back to the beginning of this pregnancy so this first post is going to be quite long.  I knew I was pregnant a week before I was able to take a pregnancy test, let's just say my body was telling me so.  I was so excited and couldn't wait to be far enough along to take a test.  At four weeks the test came up positive and I was so happy.  However, a few days before I took the test my husband was at a Men's Retreat with our church and had torn his collarbone from his shoulder.  He was in the hospital for one night because they had planned to do surgery on him in the morning.  When the surgeons met the next morning they decided that is was too severe for them to operate and that he needed an athletic orthopedic surgeon to perform the surgery so they sent us home with a referral.  Well the morning I took the test we were meeting with the surgeon so I figured I would wait until after the appointment to share the news with Mark.  I walked out of the bathroom and into our room and he says, "were you taking a pregnancy test?", ok the man knows me way too well.  I hadn't even let on that I was thinking I was pregnant and I was so quiet in there so he wouldn't think something was up.  Needless to day we were both very excited about our new addition.  We went to Mark's appointment and the specialist says no surgery is needed that these types of injuries happen all the time in the NFL and they don't get them operated on just physical therapy and allowing it to heal. This is what so many of us were praying for, no surgery and quick recovery! Thank you God for answered prayers!  So he was on disability for a month and then back to work.  This man amazes me.

At five weeks along while I was at work I started bleeding very badly and passing large clots, I was devastated; I thought that I was miscarrying.  I phoned my OB and was informed to come in right away, they needed to confirm that I was not having a tubal pregnancy.  Mark was at physical therapy at the time and I couldn’t reach him so I called a friend and we drove to the OB office.  They got me in for an ultrasound and confirmed that I was not having a tubal pregnancy and that they could see a gestational sac and a yoke, but they could also see a hemorrhage all along the side of where the baby is, they diagnosed me with a threatened miscarriage and sent me to get my blood drawn and was to come back in 48 hours for a second blood draw to verify that my hormone levels were going up.  This was on a Wednesday and I had to go back on Friday morning for the second blood draw, those 48 hours where very sad and long.  I think I cried the whole time.  Friday after 4pm we got a call and they said my hormone levels were going up and I needed to come back on Monday to meet with the doctor again.  Monday we went back in to meet with the doctor and he (he is a wonderful doctor) did another ultrasound and this time we could see the heartbeat, it was amazing.  We could also see the hemorrhage, when we met in his office he said that I had a Subchorionic Hemorrhage (SCH) and that at this time I had a 50/50 chance of continuing on with the pregnancy, that we needed to take it one day at a time. My SCH was caused by part of my placenta pulling way from the uterine wall  The risk is the placenta detaching completely or the hemorrhage could just wash the pregnancy away with it.  We were told that I had a higher chance of preterm labor, placenta abruption or preterm premature rupture of membranes (pPROM- water breaking) if my pregnancy continued. I was sent home on complete bed rest and told to drink a lot of water.  I found an amazing support group of women on-line that were experiencing this same thing and found that quite a few continued on with there pregnancies.  I continued with weekly appointments and each week the baby was still hanging on.  That was a hard time because I would look forward to my weekly ultrasounds to confirm everything was alright but at the same time I didn’t want to go and get the news that I was no longer pregnant.  God walked me through those times and met me in that place.  I remember telling Him, I know You, and You are not a mean God, but this feels mean, please bring me to a place of understanding.

At eight weeks along my OB sent me to a Perinatologist (Peri-a specialist for high risk pregnancies) at that appointment we found out that the pregnancy had started out as twins and that I had lost one, they call it Vanishing Twin.  He told us that 1 in 5 pregnancies starts off as twins but most don’t continue, that until they started these early ultrasounds they really didn’t know about how common it is.  I felt blessed that I still had one baby but it was hard to hear that we had two.  I believe the thing that made it a little easier was that the baby never had a heart beat not that losing a baby is ever easy.  On top of that we really didn’t get any new news but he would continue to monitor me through my pregnancy with my OB.  At my 11 week appointment with my OB he found an abdominal abnormality in the baby and said I would have to go back to the Peri and receive a level II ultrasound.  So at 12 weeks we were back at the Peri’s office.  He did the ultrasound and confirmed that the baby had an abdominal wall birth defect called an Omphalocele (“O”An omphalocele is a birth defect in which the infant's intestine or other abdominal organs stick out of the belly button. In babies with an omphalocele, the intestines are covered only by a thin layer of tissue and can be easily seen.  An omphalocele is a type of hernia).  We met him in his office after the appointment and he explained what an “O” was and that 30-60% of the time they are associated with a chromosomal abnormality or another birth defect.  Mark and I left the appointment feeling overwhelmed.  The next day we received a call from the genetic counselor that went over our family history on all sides and said there is no hereditary increase for a chromosome abnormality and that most the time it is just a random thing.  She said that with an “O” there is and increased risk for Trisomy 13, 18 or 21.  Trisomy 13 & 18 are fatal, the babies are unable to survive outside the womb, Trisomy 21 is Downs Syndrome and the baby could still do well.  The additional birth defects are usually heart defects.  Mark and I again had to wait.  We decided to wait until the anatomy ultrasound that is done between 18 & 20 weeks to decide if we would do an amniocentesis (amnio).  We wanted to see how the baby would do and we were concerned about doing an amnio because of my increased risk of pPROM.  On the other side of that they told us that the doctors would not operate on the baby without a chromosome test, so if we didn’t do the amnio they would do a check after birth and we would have to wait for results before they would operate.  So we prayed and waited.  During this time I had moments of hopefulness and hopelessness I think it was hard because I didn't know the quality of live my baby would have and I didn't want to pray selfishly.  So I researched “O” babies’ quality of life and the results came back excellent as long as there were no other defects.  I didn’t know and still don’t know God’s will for this baby and at times I didn’t know how to pray.  God brought me to a place of thankfulness, for this baby in our lives today.  I didn’t know if I would have tomorrow with my baby and I didn’t want to miss out on enjoying my pregnancy and quite possibly the only time I would have with my baby here on earth.  So God brought joy in the midst of trial.  

My brethren, count it all joy when you fall into various trials, knowing that the testing of your faith produces patience.  But let patience have its perfect work, that you may be perfect and complete, lacking nothing.  If any of you lacks wisdom, let him ask of God, who gives to all liberally and without reproach, and it will be given to him.  But let him ask in faith, with no doubting… James 1:2-6

At nineteen weeks my anatomy ultrasound was scheduled.  Again I was looking forward to this appointment to get some answers and move in a forward direction, but at the same time I didn’t want to know.  During the ultrasound the Peri found a few more concerns, the baby had a single vessel umbilical cord which can be nothing but it is also associated with chromosomal problems and she had a concern about the babies’ heart.She wasn’t completely sure about the heart because it was not in the normal spot it was toward the middle of the chest and slightly turned.  The location is normal in “O” babies because a lot of the abdominal contents are outside the wall the organs kind of hold all the other organs in their normal places.  She referred us to a Pediatric Cardiologist for an Echocardiogram.  She also found that I had an Accreta Pervia (my placenta had started to attach to deeply and it was before the baby covering my cervix.  This can happen after a placenta starts to pull and then realizes there is still a baby to feed, also because I have had three C-sections and have a lot of scar tissue).  Her concern with my placenta is that it was already in deep and I wasn’t even half way through my pregnancy and that she was concerned that it would go through my uteral wall and attach to my bladder or my bowel.  With the findings she strongly encouraged us to do the amnio.  We told her that regardless of the results we would not terminate the pregnancy, she said she would still recommend it to rule out a chromosome abnormality and if the baby did have a fatal chromosome abnormality that it would be a good idea to deliver early as the longer I am pregnant with this placenta the more my life is in jeopardy.  She explained that the C-section will be a big deal, that I will have a team of surgeons in the room, that I will receive multiple blood transfusions and that I will have to be in a drug induced coma during the operation due to the severity  .However, because they know I have an accreta my mortality rate is lower.That was on Monday and Mark and I left without making a decision on the amnio, we needed time to discuss and pray about our decision.  We returned on Wednesday for the amnio, the amnio went smoothly, the doctor said it was very easy.We left the appointment and drove home one hour and fifteen minutes away. As soon as we got into town I felt a gush of fluid, I knew it was amniotic fluid.  We stopped so I could use a restroom and as soon as I sat on the toilet my amniotic fluid was just pouring out of me.  We called the Peri back and she said to get back as soon as possible, so back we go.  By the time we got back to the Peri’s office my pants were soaked to my knees and I had a few contractions on the way there.  They put us in a room right away and they did a quick test to see if it was amniotic fluid and the test came back negative, we both knew it was wrong.  They got us into the ultrasound room shortly after and they did another ultrasound on me sure enough there was a lot less fluid in there than there was 3 hours earlier.  So she called the hospital and I was admitted that night.  The Peri’s office is attached to the hospital so we just walked across the parking lot and they had a room for me.  That night they watched me very closely and told me to let them know if I bled at all, they set up and IV and started antibiotics, they also put me on the monitor to see if I was contracting.  Fortunately I had only a few contractions on the drive back out but they were not time able and had gone away.  Forty-eight hours later they stopped my IV antibiotics and started me on oral antibiotics for a total of 5 days.  They don’t continue the antibiotics past that even though I am at a risk for infection because it causes the bacteria to change and become resistant to the antibiotic.

Two days after being admitted I had a MRI to see how bad my placenta was.  Okay, I am a little Closter phobic usually only if I am restrained or in a huge crowd or if I don’t have fresh air hitting my face, so I was nervous that I would feel restrained and panic.  They offered me some meds to relax me, but if you know me I don’t like to take meds unless I really have to, I tend to be very sensitive and some meds have a strange effect on me.  So they lay me on the table and then go to scoot me into the MRI machine and I was like okay wait, I need just a minute.  The hole was small, like really small, like Winnie the Pooh would get stuck.  Luckily the lady was nice and didn"t get irratated at me, she said she has put people in there that were three times the size of me…really?  Poor people, my arms had to rest against the edges of the machine.  Then it makes these awful sounds like it is breaking and going to fall on top of you.  So I just closed my eyes and went to my happy place.  I didn’t ask how long, I don’t think I wanted to know.  I had been in there for awhile and my sciatic nerve was pinching and my legs were numb and my right arm started to go numb, it was so not pleasant, but I didn’t want to say anything because I was afraid they would try to fix it and I would be in that awful place even longer.  One and a half hours later it was over.  My sciatic nerve however took two days to recover.  They gave me an air bed that helped a lot.  The doctor came in later and said that my placenta was not as bad as they thought that it is for sure an accreta but it had not penetrated the uteral wall yet.  Wahoo, I love good news!

The following Monday the Pediatric Cardiologist did his ultrasound and his results were great, he said that the baby has four chambers and four valves.  He did say that because my amniotic fluid level was so low it was hard to get a clear picture (it was very grey, they need that fluid to have sharp views) that there may be a small hole between the walls of the heart, but that that can be totally normal at this point because the baby is still growing and that sometimes they are born with it still and within a few months it closes.  If it doesn’t then they could do surgery to repair.  He said they would monitor it but that he was not concerned as a lot of kids go years and don’t even know they have it, the doctors usually finds them in an annual exam.  So again, Wahoo, I love good news!

Fourteen days after being admitted we received the parliamentary results on the amniocenteses.  They came back perfect!  The Peri said that the results were highly unlikely to change when the finals came in but we would have to wait to receive them.  The results took longer to receive because when they drew the fluid out it had a green yellow tint to it instead of being completely clear; the Peri said that this was due to the “O”.  So before the lab could grow the cells to test they had to clean the fluid and then it took a little longer to feed the cells before they would grow.  A week later the final came back and the chromosomes were still perfect!  Have I said, “Wahoo, I love good news!”?

Last week they did another ultrasound to check on the baby and my fluid level.  The baby was measuring perfectly, except for the abdomen was two weeks behind, this is normal with “O” babies, and was weighing in a one pound.  My fluid level was at a 0 but I had been leaking like crazy for the two days before that so I wasn’t surprised.  The babies bladder was full (that is how the amniotic fluid is replenished) so they were not concerned about that.  I seem to go through a cycle with my fluid levels, they seem to stock pile for about four days and then I leak it out for about two days.  The only concern for the baby with my fluid levels being so low is lung maturity.  The fluid helps the lungs, the Peri did say that women who keep about an average of one (I don’t know if it is ounces or milliliters or what) the lungs tend to continue to develop just fine.  They will continue to do ultrasounds about every week and a half until the baby comes.

The Peri’s have given me some goals: at 28 weeks the baby has a pretty good chance of survival but would likely have a long NICU stay due to coming so early.  Then at 30 weeks they do even better.  They would love it if I was able to hold off until 32 weeks at that time the babies tend to do very well and have a very low chance of having any long term problems due to prematurity.

This brings you up todate on everything.  I just wanted to share a few scriptures that the Lord has given me to hold onto during this time.

With God nothing will be impossible.  Blessed is she who believed, for there will be a fulfillment of those things which were told her from the Lord. My soul magnifies the Lord, and my spirit has rejoiced in God my Savior. Luke 1:37,45-47

My flesh and my heart fail; but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever. Psalm 73:26

Peace I leave you, My peace I give to you; not as the world gives do I give to you.  Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid. John 14:27