A stressful day

Tuesday was supposed to be a joyous day.

My sister was scheduled to go for her 20-week ultrasound.  It was at this appointment where they would discover the sexes of her twin babies, and (hopefully) find out how well they were progressing.

They got those answers– but they didn’t expect the news that followed.

First of all, she is having two girls.  We are thrilled beyond belief.  And for all intents and purposes, the babies are healthy.

But complications have arisen.  I don’t want to go into the gruesome details here– for our privacy and for your sake as well– but suffice it to say that had she not been at the hospital already for her ultrasound, there is a good chance that something worse could have happened.

Once the complication was noted, she was rushed into the hospital, tested, medicated, and is now resting–which she will pretty much be doing for the rest of her pregnancy.

For the rest of us in the family, the time between the initial announcement of the complication and getting her into the hospital so they could actually call and tell us what was going on seemed like a lifetime.  Details were pretty sketchy, and our hearts were racing a mile a minute.  We didn’t know if the babies were OK.  We didn’t know if she was OK.  We weren’t even sure which hospital she was at, so we couldn’t call anyone.

In my own case, the day at work was stressful enough to begin with.  My co-worker was out sick, and I had an enormous project I had to complete before I left for the day.  It was one of those tedious, repetitive things that require a lot of concentration but not a lot of creativity.  It was perfect for how I felt that day.  I just focused on the work and shut out all other distractions and thoughts.  It helped a lot.

Tomorrow my sister goes for another ultrasound at the hospital, as well as a lot of other tests.  As I alluded to earlier, she will be on bed rest for the remainder of her pregnancy– which means I probably will not see her at Thanksgiving.  But I think we all can agree that this is the best for all concerned– her and those precious babies.  I know how badly she wants them, and believe me, we all want them for her just as badly.

So please, keep my sister, her husband, and our family in your prayers for the next few days.  We can use all the good luck we can get right now.  And that would be the best Thanksgiving wish anyone could give us.

And while you’re praying for us… pray for strength!  We’re all going to need it.