I got a call the other day from the OB to let me know that the baby I am carrying is sick. We knew that this could happen. The baby is anemic. My body has begun to build up antibodies to destroy the life that I am carrying. I see the Maternal Fetal Medicine doctor next Tuesday to determine just how sick this baby is and what we can to do help it. I didn't want to know what the baby was. I had decided that I didn't want to know if it was a boy or a girl because I didn't want to get too attached to a baby that may or may not live. At the temple yesterday however it hit me that I need to love this baby as much as I can now while it's growing as well as when its born. I have faith that it will all be ok. These doctors deal with this condition all of the time.
We met with the lawyer the other day who is helping us with Nora's accident and it looks like it's going to be a long process. So we are dealing with a lot right now. I am just tired and ready to throw in the towel but I will 'just keep swimming'