Miracles do happen

After finding out about my cervix that was once again not doing it's job (keeping the baby safely inside), we were inundated with help. I've been able to focus on being a professional incubator, while friends swooped in to help with Asher. To keep me laying down and totally inactive, these amazing friends have even been serving me breakfast and lunch(sounds great, but it's a little weird when you feel fine). Fantastic dinners have been showing up at our door as well, which has been a huge relief to Corey who is studying for the Bar Exam, as well as making sure we are all doing OK. I'm hoping Corey isn't paying too much attention to the superiority of all the good food, lest the bar be raised to high for me post baby. Uh-oh. We have been taken care of, served and loved without ever asking and I am astounded by it all. We are so thankful for all the kindness and help we're receiving! And Asher's never had so much fun. He kisses my cheek and excitedly waves good-bye.
Earlier in the week, we had a very nerve wracking, much anticipated follow-up appointment to the shocker last week. I'd been very strict (again, thanks to all the help) to stay down all week. Just before the ultrasound, the nurse practitioner who was seeing us did say that sometimes you can get a little length back although not always, which was a shock to us since we thought that was an impossibility and that it could only get worse. She checked me out, and she and the tech assisting her could not believe what they were seeing, and double checked to be sure before giving us the news. I gained back 1.8 cm in that week, and I could tell by their reactions that this was not a normal occurrence (I think they used the words "Whoa!!" and "Super Cervix"). Corey and I were stunned and thrilled. I was told to keep doing exactly what I'm doing, and that they'd check again in a week. By the time we made it to the car (for me via wheelchair, Corey thinks he's a rickshaw driver) we were both near tears from the news. If nothing else, we've been given a huge dose of hope and faith, and enough time for Beckett to grow a little more. I am overwhelmed with gratitude for all the support, thoughts, fasting and prayers we've received, and I am certain that what we saw at the appointment this week was nothing short of a miracle.

A few of the ultrasound images from a few weeks back. I still think it's amazing what technology can show us. The ultrasound techs at the last few visits have told us he has chubby cheeks and a bunch of hair. We'll see!