Two years ago, I was waiting with baited breath for my amnio results. I was 36 weeks and 3 days pregnant. An amazing feat, considering everything that I had been through. I was in pre-term labor at 16 weeks, bedrest at 19 weeks, emergency cerclage at 21 weeks, and then Audrey's water broke. I stayed in the hospital for one month, miraculously was allowed to go home - and then played the waiting game. Every day I waited...and waited...and waited...expecting that day to be the one. I lived in constant fear of either going in labor too early, or of losing the girls in utero due to their weak placentas.
But then the phone rang, and my doctor said their lungs were developed, and I was all set to be delivered the morning of October 1, 2008.
And here I am, two years later. With little girls, no longer babies - the most amazing, wonderful, loving people I've ever had the pleasure to know.
But then the phone rang, and my doctor said their lungs were developed, and I was all set to be delivered the morning of October 1, 2008.
And here I am, two years later. With little girls, no longer babies - the most amazing, wonderful, loving people I've ever had the pleasure to know.





















































