24 weeks

You may notice that the counter in my sidebar says that I just passed the 24-week mark. My doctor holds to a slightly different calendar; I think by his estimation I will be 24 weeks on Thursday.

At my appointment last week, he told me that this is the gestational age when we can first start talking about the baby surviving after birth. By 28 weeks, he said, approximately 95% of babies survive and thrive.

This reminded me of a blog where I’ve been lurking for the past few months, called Confessions of a CF Husband. It’s the blog of a young husband whose wife has Cystic Fibrosis. She gave birth in January to their first child, a daughter, at 24 weeks. A few weeks ago the mom had a double lung transplant…and today she’s being discharged from the hospital. What a journey this young family has been on already in their short time together. Both mom and baby were given a less than 50% chance of survival by the doctors, and naturally they were advised to abort. Now, months later, the baby continues to do well in the hospital, and they are waiting for her to gain some more weight before she can go home.

Here’s a post that shows you their daughter, Gwyneth, not long after birth, in perspective with her dad’s big hands.

I link to this not because I fear a premature birth, but because it’s a wonderful reminder of how distinctive our daughter already is in utero. If and when you look over at their blog, please pray for Tricia (the mom) and Gwyneth (the daughter). They are looking forward to going home for real in a few weeks…for now they will stay in a hotel while Tricia undergoes outpatient therapy and Gwyneth continues to grow stronger.

3 Responses to “24 weeks”

  1. Shawnda

    I’ve been keeping up with them off and on, Kelly! Their story is amazing! And God has been amazing through them – His grace, His faithfulness!!! Beautiful! It’s hard to believe you are 24 wks!!!! Praise God for that little girl!!! Do you have a name??? Sharing??? : )


  2. cascadingwaters

    24 weeks is always such a relief. And thank God for modern medicine on that one. I always felt like, “Okay, I’ve done the part I have to; if worst comes to worst, this can still be okay.”


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