Baby Connell is 13.5 inches long and 1.5 pounds, Mama Connell has had a foot sticking in her spleen for most of this week and Papa Connell is trying to pretend his knee is well enough to play soccer on Sunday.
I had a doctor’s appointment this morning, up 3 pounds – that’s 7 in total for those of you keeping track. Dr. Pervy was sick so Dr. Bernstein saw me instead. He measured my belly with a nifty tape measure and told me that the baby was growing well. His exact words were: ‘no shortage of baby in there!’ so that’s good. I think. I recorded the heartbeat for the bear The Duhart is making for me and it is super fast. That means girl, right? My next visit is January 3 when I am 30 weeks. After that appointment, I will be seeing the doctor every 2 weeks as opposed to every 4.
At 25 weeks, Owen’s nephew Ronan was born. Let me let that sink in for a moment. 25 weeks into her pregnancy, Owen’s sister Carmel gave birth to baby boy Ronan, weighing 1 pound 10 ounces. He is classified as a micro preemie. From what I understand, during her pregnancy, Carmel had a fibroid growing in her uterus. As the baby got bigger, so did the fibroid until at 25 weeks when the fibroid punctured the placenta and induced labour. Ronan was born 5 years ago and I remember the months following his birth being very traumatic, not only for Richard and Carmel but for the extended Connell/Beattie family. Owen would get calls from his parents updating him on Ronan’s status based on the weekly calls Carmel made from Vancouver where they moved while Ronan was in ICU. Never did Owen think Ronan wouldn’t make it. ‘He’s part Connell! Of course he’ll be OK!’. Many a prayer was said from Ronan - from his relatives in Ireland to my relatives in Buchans. Carmel believes that it was these prayers that saved Ronan’s life. Owen and I visited Ronan and his family this past summer and cannot believe the little man he’s grown in to. He wears glasses, hearing aids, has a feeding tube, loves to pinch cheeks and boobs (which I found out day 2 of our vacation), calls me Auntie Jenny and breaks my heart. Ronan is a miracle.
Throughout my pregnancy, I waited to pass 25 weeks. I knew anything that happened after 25 weeks but before 40 weeks would be more difficult than a full term pregnancy, but in the back of my mind I knew that if I made it at least this far, Owen and I would be blessed with a little Ronan of our own.
3 comments:
wow,way to go jenn.7 LBS. GOOD FOR YOU. YOUR POST TODAY WAS TO MANY GOOD NEWS, IF YOUR BABY GROWS UP TO BE AS SENSITIVE AND AS CARING AS YOU,AND CAN PLAY SOCCAR WITH A BLOWNUP KNEE AS OWEN, WE WILL BE TOTALLY BLESSED.JUDES TOOK A MENTAL HEALTH DAY AND DONNIE K TOOK HER OUT FOR BREAKFAST.GOING SHOPPING WILL CALL YOU TONIGHT XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXMOM.
You are a gem;I'm teary-eyed and so tired wish it was 430 and I was on my way home. I have to nap first because we have a Xmas pty at 630 in Cambridge. Have fun with my girl on Sat. Love you!!!
Aunt Joan
Holy Cow - let me know when you're going to write something like that again - I'll save my reading for home! Sniff, sniff. I'm dripping on my keyboard! Where's a snot rag when you need one! If Paula Peterson was reading this now she'd groan and laugh at the same time. I used to say things like that to her all the time when we shared an apartment - just to get a rise out of her, of course. I don't usually say stuff like that for public viewing!
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