24 Weeks 2 Days

Another day down! Today was a good day. I had quit a few visitors which always makes time go by faster. One of the best parts of the day was when the priests came to the hospital and gave me the sacrament. Something about seeing those boys come over here to do that just for me and seeing there genuine concern for me made me all the more excited to have boys. I pray that I will be able to raise mine to be just as great. Then of course tonight ended great when Trav and I got to spend some time together just the two of us. I really miss the nights that we would just sit and stare at the TV both completely exhausted from the day. We also were able to read the scriptures together again tonight, which is something that neither of us have been able to do the last couple days together because our brains have been too crazy to focus.

The baby has been one very active boy today. I seriously was a little worried that he was kicking too hard. This place has got me terrified to sneeze, laugh too hard, or cough so I thought for sure the kicking would do me in. They took me off the antibiotics today in hopes that me stomach would settle down. My doctor said that usually he can get a week out of his patients on the medicine before it does them in. I am a weakling when it comes to antibiotics they always kill my stomach. I have been really nausea's and dizzy today. I was afraid I was going to throw up, but luckily good ole milk of magnesia and a great home cooked meal came to the rescue. I missed my little man today so much. We decided that he needed a day to just be home and see if it would help him out. He did so much better going potty and seemed to be very happy having Daddy and Grandma's full attention today. Not saying he was a charm today because I think it was still ruff, but I do think being home was good for him.

People keep asking me how I am making it through this. My only answers are of course my family and faith and hope. I remember the day I got checked in Trav and I just kept telling each other we have got to have faith. A friend of my sister in laws had their little guy at 23 weeks. I remember I had Boston a couple months after he was born and I remember how crazy everything was for them, but always being so in awe with how great they were doing and how strong they were. They told me hope proceeds faith, faith proceeds miracles, and miracles do happen. I have hope in a miracle and faith in my Heavenly Father that he knows what's best. My old relief society president came by today and left me some talks that she was using in her lesson today. One talk was " A more excellent hope" by Elder Russell M. Nelson. A lot of things stood out to me in the talk, but my favorite quote is "A more excellent hope is mightier than an wistful hope. Hope fortified by faith and charity, forges a force as strong as steel. Hope becomes an anchor to the soul." I feel like I am anchored by hope and have no doubt that however this turns out my faith has become stronger and therefore my hope has increased. Hope is essential to faith and faith is essential to hope.