My how life can turn on a dime. Got a phone call at 7:30 AM from my dad. Bad news. My sister, Katie, she of the previous entry who’s now pregnant with her first child, is going into labor in her 32nd week. She was already in the hospital for dehydration, so I knew she wasn’t well. Her prognosis was good, but they were keeping her overnight just for observation. Good thing they did. Mom and dad jumped in the car and made a beeline for Arlington, VA, a mere 4 hour drive for them. I took a shower and went to work.
By the time they got there Katie had been put on a magnesium sulfate drip to stop the contractions. As of now it seems to have worked—Katie and baby are ok—but she’s suffering something awful. I want to help, but there’s not a damn thing I can do. I spoke with Matt, her husband, and he’s as calm and cool as ever and probably holding her hand right now. Mom and dad are there with their usual dollops of care. Even Kerry, my other sister, is there. She flew in from Seattle, a mere 2,500 miles away. Why am I here? Why am I not there? I tell myself that it’s because I have to work, but is it really? Which priorities are trumping which responsibilities?
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Awww ... PK, sorry to hear about Katie but very impressed with the honesty of your entry and would be willing to bet Katie would be too.
Life is always filled with priorities and it's always going to be filed with priorities that trump other priorities too.
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It sounds like she has lots of support from parents and husband. Just call frequently to check on her. Hope everything turns out ok. I think 34 weeks is the magic number they like to shoot for, gestationally speaking.
Hope things settle down and she goes full term. Mrs. L
Katie thanks all of you. She's chillin at home, surrounded by family, food, fun and
terbutaline. Thanks for the thoughts to my sis.
PK
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