today, tomorrow, and the next day

squashAs of today, Christine has been in the hospital for six weeks. Tomorrow is the 32nd week of the pregnancy. The day after tomorrow is New Year’s Eve – and the twins’ birthday.

We’re scheduled for a Caesarian section at 8am. C-sections tend to be pretty quick procedures. By 9, the girls will be born and I’ll be a dad twice over – a daddad.

The girls likely won’t be home until mid to late February (around the 40-week mark), so we have a while to go. But I’m still marveling at the passage of time. When we found out in September that we were having a monoamniotic pregnancy, it felt like the next months would be interminable. And it was long and tough and I do have a few new gray hairs.

But the pregnancy has also been quick. We didn’t know that Christine was pregnant for the first several weeks. That cut down on the first trimester. And, because the C-section is happening at 32 weeks, the third trimester is shorter as well. The second trimester was the only one we experienced fully.

And we rushed the pregnancy along, praying to make it to 20 weeks, to 26 weeks, to December and 28 weeks, to 30 weeks, and finally to 32 weeks. When Christine entered the hospital at 26 weeks, we started crossing each day off on the calendar. Soon we’ll be praying that the twins make it through their time in the NICU without any lasting issues and crossing off the days on a new calendar.

One of my hopes for 2015 is for the luxury of being able to be in the moment instead of straining for the next goal.

I have a lot to be thankful for

Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday. It has the family-togetherness and culinary emphasis of Christmas without the materialism (this post is not about Black Friday). I also like that it’s a fairly universal American holiday; 96% of Americans celebrate Thanksgiving.

This year, Christine and I spent Thanksgiving – our first as a married couple – in the hospital. We missed our families and our traditions, but getting to spend over 30 hours with just Christine was wonderful.

We had 4 meals together (two of which were Thanksgiving-y and all of which were healthy and tasty). We watched the Macy’s Day parade and worked on our list of baby supplies (but didn’t buy anything becau – okay, this post is still not about Black Friday). And we listened to the babies’ heartbeats.

I think I loved Thanksgiving this year even more than I usually do.

It’s like college

On Monday, Christine went into the hospital. We had gone back and forth between going in at 26 weeks and going in at 28, and after our ultrasound on Monday (just shy of the 26-week mark), we decided to go in. The ultrasound showed that the girls were doing well, but that the cervical shortening had continued. So we went in. The first two days were hard. We were having good tests, but it’s scary to be in the hospital and it’s hard to be apart. And it has been difficult for me to juggle housework, a full-time job, taking care of our dog (Rae the Magnificent), and visits to the hospital.

We decided that Rae should go stay with my parents for a little bit. Mom and Dad live in a rural area, so Rae will get to smell interesting things, bark at cows, chase squirrels, and (because my parents heat by wood), zonk out in front of a wood stove. These are all top-notch things for dogs. Honestly, they sound pretty great to me too.

Christine is at a great hospital, in a special maternal care unit, and is being well cared for. Her room is about the size of my first apartment. She went in on Monday and I visited her on Wednesday and Thursday and we video chatted on the other days. Visiting her in the hospital reminds me of visiting her in her college dorm. There’s even a cafeteria. And everyone I see when I visit is female, just like in her college dorm (she went to a women’s college).

Tonight, my parents are coming to take Rae, and then I’ll spend the night at the hospital with Christine, for the first time. Her room has a couch that turns into a bed. Okay, I guess it’s a futon. It’s a nice futon though.