Finn and I headed to Preemie class yesterday morning bright and early (who schedules a class for early Monday morning?!?!)! Finn had a blast and was very independent which was nice to see since we've been having some separation issues, although we didn't actually separate for this class. Anyway, toward the end, the parents were talking about their birth stories and it was good to talk to other people who've been through something similar. I've realized that I think I've dealt with most of my feelings surrounding Finn's early birth and subsequent journey (even though there are still things we are dealing with) and now I'm just worried about the birth of our little girl. The closer we get to the day my water broke with Finn, the more anxious I'm getting. I do take comfort in knowing that we're doing everything we can and it is truly in God's hands.
We had a great play date with the Arks yesterday afternoon. Instead of doing "the usual" of meeting at their house (which is fine, but I wanted to take advantage of the beautiful day!), we met at a park that is close to halfway between our houses. It was hot when we got there, but eventually the park was shaded and the kids all had a blast. I couldn't believe we were there for 2 hours! At one point, the three girls were running around and Finn was sitting in the middle of the playground just watching them and playing with wood chips (he wouldn't crawl because he didn't like the texture). Some day, soon hopefully, he'll be running around with them (and I'll be too big to keep up with him)!
We have Finn's 21 month well-child doctor appointment this afternoon. As always, can't wait to find out his stats and talk to his doctor about a few things. Hopefully no shots for this visit (unless the flu shots for under 2 have arrived!).
Nearly half a million babies (1 in 10) are born premature in the US each year which is higher than that of most other developed nations. This is the journeys of our first born son, Finnegan, who was born 14 weeks early and weighed only 1 pound 15 ounces at birth. Of our daugher, Korrigan, who was born a healthy 7 pounds, 7 ounces at 37 weeks. And of our second son, MacKeegan, who was also born at 37 weeks at a whopping 8 pounds, 13 ounces. Our continued adventures reminds us daily how good God is.