August 9th is a very special day in the Kim household. It holds as much meaning to me as the big ones- anniversary, birthdays, holidays. I assume that most people who read this blog know that my pregnancy with Eli was not exactly a smooth one. Around the 19-20 week mark, we were told that he would most likely not survive the pregnancy. The doctors told us that his heart would fail before he would be strong enough and developed enough to make it on the outside. They said the earliest they would take him (via c-section and perform surgery) was at 28 weeks. Each week we went for at least one ultrasound to continue checking fluid levels around his heart. August 9th was the 28 week mark. When Eli’s heart was still strong at 28 weeks and he wasn’t showing signs of failure, Kevin and I went to dinner to celebrate. For 8 weeks, we had just prayed. And those prayers were answered.
So August 9th, 2008 was a day of anticipation, of hope, and of rejoicing. It was only fitting that August 9th, 2010 was filled with the same. Kevin and I had planned a couple day trip to Williamsburg. My parents had gifted us a 2 night stay at a bed and breakfast at Christmastime.
And Monday morning, August 9th, we found out that we are expecting.
Anticipation, hope, and rejoicing.
1 comment:
GRETCHEN!!! Congratulations!!!!! That is soooo great that you guys are expecting again!! And twins! That would throw me for a loop too. Looks like our due dates are going to be very close again, especially if they are born in March! Congrats to you and your family! (And Mim and Pop!)
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