11 Days and Counting

First, Let me wish Logan's daddy Andy a Happy 23rd birthday, Happy Birthday Andy! Also, Grandma Shirley's birthday was yesterday, but a lady never tells her true age, so Happy birthday Grandma Shirley! Logan picked a great month to be born.

Last Friday, Alyssa had another ultrasound, and Logan was still in the breech position. The doctor measured him and estimated his weight at 7lbs and 9ozs. Because of his size and position (but mostly his position) Alyssa will have a C-section on September 30th at 7:30 in the morning.

Today, Alyssa went back to the doctor and had her first “exam”. Unfortunately the doc could feel Logan’s feet, which means he is in a footling breech position and he has a slightly higher risk of the umbilical cord coming out first and getting compressed. This is called a prolapsed cord, and it is rare, but it is one of the risks in a foot-first breech position. Alyssa's doctor is great, and explained to Alyssa the importance of going directly to the hospital if she starts to have any signs of labor, or if her water breaks. Alyssa and Logan will be fine, but like my cousin said “Sometimes we just know too much.” Translated, this means “Quit worrying Mitzi.”

This is all happening so quickly and it is so surreal. I mean, I’ve been preparing since February but it always seemed like some distant future. Now, it seems like it has snuck up on me and slapped me in the face. Those of you who have had children graduate, get married, or have their own babies know what I mean. You can prepare for something for months or years, and you always know it will eventually come to pass, but when it actually does, it just hits you that “My baby graduated.” or “They’re married!” or “I’M A FREAKIN GRANDMOTHER!!!” OK, now I’m ready.

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37 weeks & 3 days

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADDY!

I can't believe there is only one.