1.2kg

It’s been nigh impossible to not compare this pregnancy to my pregnancy with Kiera.  Even in their differences, I’ve compared them.  Where Kiera was under-developed and too small, this one is reading almost 3 weeks ahead of where he should be, and already over a kg. For most of you, it would seem ridiculous to celebrate a mere kg, but for those of you who’ve experienced a preemie (prematurely born infant), 1 kg can make or break your child’s existence. For instance, did you know that in government hospitals they won’t even attempt to save your baby’s life unless it weighs in over a kg? This is why we fought so hard for me to be on medical aid when I was pregnant with Kiera, so that she could get private care.

Things have been quiet around these blog parts because I’ve basically been living the most stressful few weeks of my pregnancy.  I’ve been admitted to hospital for 4 days under observation and discharged, rushed back again for a emergency check up and let go without being admitted, emailed my doctor back and forth so many times – all because I’ve now developed, in addition to carrying this child way too low, preeclampsia and gestational diabetes.  Both of the most dangerous diseases to develop during pregnancy, both of which are in a lower than 8 percentile of rarity.  But it is what it is, and I’ve just had to learn to medicate, observe, be disciplined and poke myself with needles daily to monitor my glucose levels.  It’s been charming.

We’re officially in the new house.  I have a blog post saved for just that.  It’s been a special kind of fresh hell dealing with contractors and suppliers daily – so much so that almost 3 weeks after moving in, today is my first day at home alone.

But none of that matters, none of it. Because this boy child of mine has already reached a weight of 1.2kgs, at only 26 weeks.  This means that, no matter what happens from here, he’s already got a much, much better chance of surviving than his late sister ever did.  And I can’t help but wonder if it’s her up there looking down on her little bro and making sure he’s going to be alright.

Say hello to my son’s face:

baby

14 comments

  1. Angel says:

    Aaawww… I can only imagine how stressed you have been.
    I for one can’t wait to meet your baby boy.
    Hang in there darling Shebeeliciousness!

  2. Jenty says:

    Oh wow so much happiness here for you both 🙂
    From a mom who’s been through pre-eclampsia bedrest with one son, and then a preemie too…

  3. poseamonkey says:

    Oh Sheena, I am not religious and I don’t pray but I am thinking every kind of positive thought for you and your little guy. You are handling this all so well.

  4. Nadine says:

    So unbelievably blessed you are! He will bring you much joy and along the way little reminders of Kiera too – special times!

  5. cat@jugglingact says:

    Hallo sweet boy! He is so charming . Hang in there – every week now is a win. You are almost at the magical 28 weeks (and the steroid injections – unless you already had them) and then his chance is excellent. I still believe he is going to bake close to full term.

    And read Kiera’s story for the first time – and cried and cried. I have no words.

  6. Ankia says:

    Yoh, So stressful! ((Hugs)) But look at how well you’ve baked him so far! The last bit will pass so quickly, before you know it you’re bitching about pyjama drills 😉 x

  7. MeeA says:

    Awwww… Hang in there, little man! Sending lots of happy, healthy, strength and growth and lower sugar and blood pressure vibes!

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