It's been 39 days since we thought I was going to deliver a 24-weeker, 40 days since we found out we had lost a 24-weeker the day before. It still is an odd situation, but I feel like the focus on the living has to take over. Not that I want to discount the loss of try to gloss over it, but the 39 days that we have kept Chiron out of the NICU somehow is feeling more significant and with each passing day I expect this to get more so.
37 of those days have been in-patient bedrest and included fun with preterm labor, BRB [yes, they have an acronym for bright red bleeding], magnesium sulfate, contractions and more, but it's really been surprisingly easy. It's the "new normal". Do what needs to be done.
Another 39 days and we would be 35 weeks. Not trying to put the cart in front of the horse, but I'm cautiously optimistic.