My children attend Awana at the church on Wednesday nights. Norah is a Spark, Harriet is a Cubbie, and Hugh is a Puggle though he is not yet two. Norah loves being in Sparks. Recently her class had their annual Crazy Hat Contest. Tired though I am, I was determined not to be the bad mommy for this one. In the afternoon Norah and I designed a glorious white straw chapeau, trimmed with a hilarious abundance of silky blue ribbon in an oversized bow. We finished the hat with the top off a pineapple in the kitchen fruit bowl. She looked stunning, in a Carmen Miranda sort of way. It was raining, so Alex carefully shielded Norah wearing The Hat with an umbrella across to the church–and returned with the hat ten minutes later. The Crazy Hat Contest, he said, was next week. Norah entered Sparks in all her bonneted glory–alone. “She looked a little forlorn,” he said. “She kept looking around for all the other hats. But there weren’t any.”
Parenting fail #9832. To make it worse, the following week we were all sick with a virus and had to stay home. No Hat Contest. We had the virus for an entire week and I was hit the worst. After four days of it, my blood pressure and pulse shot so high I had to go the hospital for an IV and to check on baby. He’s okay for now–but three days later something else developed.
I have been diagnosed with something called obstetric cholestasis. Basically, it means that I itch intensely all the time. And the worst is, there are some serious potential risks for baby. I have to have an ultrasound every three days to check on him, and the hospital will induce labor as soon as he reaches 37 weeks (in about ten days) so as to protect him from a much greater risk of stillbirth after that point. This is my fourth pregnancy and this is the most serious complication I have ever experienced. The thing about the nausea and the sciatica and the other things I have dealt with is that they do not harm the baby. Now, baby is in danger. I have to live each day of the next two weeks knowing that all the time. Please pray for the safe arrival of our little boy, praying readers. And pray that his mommy will be strong in faith and trust God, whatever he brings.