We reached a huge mile-marker this week! According to Blue Cross Blue Shield, the survival rate for a 25 week preemie is 50-80%. After 27 weeks, that percentage goes up greatly. Keep on growing, baby boy!
Speaking of growing, there is no doubt he is doing just that...all the way up to my rib cage. It feels as though someone has kicked me several times under each side of my ribs, and they're bruised. I wonder why it feels that way? ;) His kicks are much stronger as well! I can feel his turns and movements with much more force than I could 2 weeks ago. Sunday morning at 4:15 I woke up bouncing. I was lying on my side (half way on my stomach), and he was kicking with full strength at the bed! What else could I do but feed him and hope he'd go back to sleep? Worked like a charm. ;)
My favorite new thing is when I feel his little hand or foot with my two fingers. I can feel the distinct outline of them, and he'll punch or kick me if I push against them gently. It's amazing to know I'm holding his little hand through just a small layer of tissue. And because I love it so much, I'm a really mean mommy and poke him a lot. Daddy likes to poke him too. Then other relatives like to get in on the action. :) Even people at church who I don't know like to come and rub the belly. I love it though, because they're just showing how wonderful a baby is!
Andrew is so sweet. He sings to him, talks to him, kisses him, blows strawberries at him....sometimes I have to remind him that I'm there as well! ;) No, really, he's going to make a TERRIFIC dad. If our son grows up to be just like his daddy, this will be one really proud mommy. :)
A girl at church had her 3 week old out for the first time on Sunday. Then there was this adorable blonde headed boy toddling around with his crackers. It made me want to see my son soooo badly. This is really when the hand holding through the belly helps. I yearn to kiss him and smell his sweet skin. I know, I know. "It will be here before I know it!"
My FABULOUS coworkers are throwing me a shower next Sunday at Ms. Ann's house. I'm so excited! I can't wait! I can't believe I'm getting this close...I'll have to make sure to get lots of pictures of the event to post.
The still nameless baby boy is kicking away while my stomach growls. Guess I'll give in to the urge and grab a bite to eat! Have a fabulously blessed day!