Never give up on hope.

February 21, 2015

Dear Little Baby,

The doctors won the battle yesterday, and we are back home temporarily. Trying to teach your Daddy to give me my shots in the belly has been humorous hysterical. He hates needles, and he was shaking like a leaf last night when he had to give me my shot. He did much better this morning, though. I have a fetal doppler at home, a thermometer to take my temperature, and the wonderful “hoo ha bottle.” Every time I use the bathroom, I have to spray off my “hoo ha.” Shots in my stomach twice a day, taking my temperature three times a day, and finding your heartbeat three times a day. Most of my day is spent monitoring myself or you. Twelve more days until 23 weeks, Little Baby. Twelve more days. Hang in there.



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