Last week I announced we were expecting another wee babe. We learned it on Monday. Announced it to some on Monday and the rest of the world on Tuesday. Wednesday evening there was reason to fear another loss. Without going into the TMI details I want to tell you what happened and where things stand now and to ask you to pray for us.

It was a bit late Wednesday night and as the children were already tucked in bed and having been through this before we decided to wait until Thursday morning to go to the ER. I realize that many people think this is strange, but there were many factors that went that decision.

We awoke Wednesday and I was still hurting but no longer bleeding. I wasn’t sure if this was a good sign or a bad sign, but we decided to make a call to the person we had chosen to be my doctor this time around. There is a new OB/GYN in town and she is really pretty awesome. She is one of, if not the only, one in town that is younger than sixty and seems to care about the advancements in modern medical technology and does not treat pregnancy as a disease. She understands pregnancy is a natural process as is labor. It has been happening for thousands of years without all the stuff forced on woman by the medical community. She will also see me even though we don’t have insurance. Granted it will be expensive, but none of the other docs in town will see anyone without insurance.
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This little piggy went to market.
This little piggy stayed home.
This little piggy had roast beef.
This little piggy had none.
This little piggy cried wee wee wee all the way home.

I have played this game with each one of my children when they were all little piggies themselves and they have each squealed with delight always asking to do it again and again. I obliged each and every time starting over and over with each big fat baby toe ending with a tickling of “wee wee wee” all the way up their bellies, necks, and chins, kissing them all over the chubby baby cheeks to end the rhyme.

Every now and then Bairno will still ask me to play piggies with is toes. I oblige.
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