"Worry does not empty tomorrow of its sorrow, it empties today of its strength.”

Making plans in life always seems like a good idea.  It's thinking that our plans have some sort of authority that is humorous.  Many times when our plans don't succeed we worry. Emily and I sat in this very hospital 3 nights ago after she had a scary episode of bleeding that led us to discover she had placenta previa.  That day we were told that a previa at 26 weeks of pregnancy has little to no chance of moving.  We were told that Emily would probably experience at least one more episode and when that occurred she would be in the hospital until she delivered. Of course they couldn't give us a timetable on when that might happen. We decided to pray and ask others to pray that the placenta would move and that Emily would be able to carry the boys close to full term. Two nights later as Emily went to bed, it happened again. 

She lost alot of blood and I was there to see it all. The athletic trainer in me kicked in as I tried to manage her vital signs and clean up the area.  We called the on-call OBGyn and were told to get to Baptist Hospital if I thought Emily could make it. The doctor made sure to let me know that I needed to take her to a hospital that delivers babies if we couldn't make it to Baptist.  That is the comment that started my mind churning. I couldn't wrap my head around the idea that our boys could be delivered tonight.  How long would they be in intensive care? How far behind proper developmental progress would they be at this point? Many other questions poured into my already overwhelmed mind as we pulled into the parking garage.  I began to notice Emily losing color and getting faint.

They rushed her back into a room and began to draw more blood.  I was really nervous at this point because I had seen firsthand the amount of blood that she lost already.  The nurse let me know that they were drawing blood to send to the lab so that we would be ready for surgery.  The doctor on call let us know that the neo-natal specialist was on standby and the nursery was also ready.  Now my worrying was on high alert.  I had not even imagined when I woke up Thursday morning that I may have 2 little tiny premature babies to care for.  They gave Emily an IV and a medication to slow down her contractions just in time and she began to come around. 

One thing we learned is that the cervix contracts and reacts to blood.  When Emily bled, it moved through the cervix causing contractions.  The nurses advised us to have another ultrasound to check the cause of the bleeding.  We were pleasantly surprised to meet the same ultrasound tech that we had just 2 days prior.  She had been called in just for us.  She has no idea how much it meant to us when she told us that she was rushing in so that she could meet us at midnight.  After about 20 minutes of looking around she told us that the boys looked great and she would discuss the rest of her findings with the doctor.

When we talked to the doctor after the ultrasound she informed us that the placenta that was sitting on the cervix (the one that wouldn't move) had moved.  She said it was a miracle and not only had it moved but it had moved significantly!  This is where the bleeding had come from.  Emily stayed under constant observation throughout the night in the labor and delivery ward.  The following day we were transferred to antepartum and she was taken off of full time monitoring. Her doctor visited us and let us know that she wanted Emily to stay here in the hospital for at least a couple of weeks while she hopefully stabilizes. 

Today's lesson learned:

God can prove himself to us over and over but we, out of human ignorance, make it so hard to fully trust the next time something tough hits us.  I sit here in this room thinking about my worrying 24 long hours ago.  Not only is everything okay, but something that 4 days ago was "impossible" has been overcome.  I feel so ashamed.  I continually ask for God's help and He remains faithful.  It may not show up in the form I would prefer, but He is so so so faithful. When we worry, we are trying to control situations on our own.  As much as I say I'm not going to worry, there I was last night full of worry and what ifs?  My prayer tonight is that I would fully trust in the following verse:

Proverbs 19:21         

Many are the plans in the mind of a man, but it is the purpose of the Lord that will stand.

***Emily is at Baptist Hospital in the mother and infant care unit on the 3rd floor, room 3206 for a couple weeks.

We are so touched by all the comments, tweets, texts and calls of encouragement. Emily is the toughest chick I know.  She has endured so much through this whole process.  Thank you for your prayers...