The Warrior Quadlet Digs In

My little fighter's HR. Of course, I am worried, perhaps without reason, because it was 149 today but 164 Tuesday. Nothing will keep me from worrying.

An update: I had more bleeding throughout the night, and my stomach was flat when I woke up. I cried from 3-6 am and finally fell asleep again for an hour. I was certain all hope was lost. When I got to the hospital, I saw a set of infant twins and almost died. In the office, I started to cry again after getting my BP taken. I was a mess in anticipation of of my sonogram. But guess what? That 4th bean is still fighting in there. My little warrior is still going strong. We have to get through the next few weeks to give him or her a good clear shot at making it to term. I'm still in shock over the loss of the others, but I am probably equally shocked at the fight in this one. We are so relieved. I don't have to put away my maternity clothes, after all. I was prepared with all sorts of questions about D&C, and chromosome testing, and starting over with fertility. And now I have been given the gift of STILL being pregnant. It's amazing. Still praying for that fourth fighter. He or she will receive a warrior's name.

This is our little warrior baby moving around. I love how you can see the baby's little mouth open and close and the hands move up to the face. So cute and sweet. This is how they all looked six days ago, so I am STILL nervous. But I'm thankful he's still with us now.