Status quo. Nothing much was going on, other than me going stir crazy. Punkin was doing ok. I was surviving miserably.
I hadn't seen Jaime since we went to the hospital Friday night. This was, hands down, the WORST time of my life. Not only did I not know if my baby girl was going to survive, but I wasn't able to see Buggy very often either. And he's my ray of sunshine. He brightens my day. Yet stuck in that hospital bed on my back, I couldn't see him. It wouldn't be in Punkin's best interest to have Jaime bouncing all over her. I missed him terribly even though I talked to him on the phone at LEAST once a day. It wasn't the same. I couldn't get cuddles or kisses from him. I couldn't ask him to make "nice baby" and watch him rub my belly. Oh God! What if we lost Punkin? How would I explain that to him? There really isn't a way to put it into words how awful it was.
At the same time, I was praying for ONE MORE DAY. ONE MORE DAY would get us to 23 weeks. Yes, ideally we'd go longer, but that was the bare minumum. She would have a chance. Please God, at least one more day.