The Difference of a Day
What a difference a day makes! When I wrote my last entry, the plan was to try carrying the baby to 36 weeks before delivery. The next morning the remaining test results came back, confirming the diagnosis of preeclampsia. My wife’s blood pressure is high enough that the doctors are now planning to induce labor when she reaches 34 weeks—on Monday.
I am running around throwing things into order throughout the house. That list of essentials from two days ago has been scaled back even further. And I have to add: thank heavens for Amazon Prime shipping! Fortunately, we’ve already attended most the parent-to-be training classes and we got an early start on the nursery so all of the furniture is in place. I have some tasks on my list to make the nursery ready for use, but it’s already mostly there.
I’m getting the infant car seat installed later today. Then there is a lot of cleaning and rearranging of furniture to be done.
My parents will be stopping by on Saturday to help me around the house. I will be leveraging my mother’s experience to help me sort through our already-significant collection of baby clothes and identify which clothes are for now and which are for later. (I’m told that the size labels aren’t the full story.)
