Thanksgiving

I have been in the hospital over three weeks. No one ever thought I would make it this far, least of all myself. Most people whose water breaks go into labor right away or get an infection within a week.
It is hard to stay in the hospital. The longest days are Tuesday and Thursday, when Luke and Chad don't come, and I start feeling so guilty that I'm not taking care of Luke. But, right now my job is to take the best care of our littlest child. It's hard to remember that when I wake up to some noises, thinking it is Luke rustling in his crib and wanting to go watch over him.
I try to keep busy. I am knitting a baby blanket, which is taking forever. At the rate I'm going, I probably won't have it done by the time the baby comes.
They want to deliver me at 34 weeks. My 34 week date is Thanksgiving Day. I think that is pretty cool, since I was born on a holiday too (although mine was a true holy-day). But, since it is a holiday, they may not want to schedule an induction/C-section that day, and I may have to wait another day. I guess, what's one more day when you've been captive for 6 weeks!
I had an ultrasound this week on Thursday. The baby was estimated to be 4 lbs 7 oz. So, she is 50th percentile, which is the same as she has been the other times she's been measured. This is great news, and it means that my water breaking, and her not having quite as much fluid as normal, has not affected her growth.
However, during the ultrasound she was in the frank breech position, meaning her head was up by my ribs, and so were her feet. This is not good, because if she in that position the day before Thanksgiving, I will automatically be scheduled for a C-section. My doctor said they sometimes try to move the baby externally, but with my low fluid, there is danger in that because the cord can get squished or wrapped, and it would be more difficult for the baby to overcome that at her early age.
Friday I felt a lot of movement though, and I think she may have already flipped around. But that doesn't mean she won't move again.

So, I just keep praying: that baby will be safe and healthy, that I finish this darn baby blanket, that Luke won't remember the time that I'm gone, and that things can go back to normal a few days after Thanksgiving.