Faith is a funny thing. It's also something I have struggled with most of my adult life. Even now I am often unsure of my own faith. But like I said faith is a funny thing and it seems to be one of those things that lie there in a cloud of uncertainty until the one day you really need it. My day has finally come.
Amy-Jo was readmitted to the hospital yesterday, not because of her cervix and not because of Logan, both are doing fine. The human body is a fantastic machine that runs on such precision it can at times out smart itself. When a woman carries one baby and the baby passes, as with what happened to Cody, the body will typically mis carry the baby to rid the body of the foreign body no longer dependent on it for survival. This is what the doctors here believe is happening to Amy-Jo. And if she mis carries one she mis carries them all. As with the cervix problem there is nothing they can do to stop this from happening, only hope that it's not what is happening. We need to make it almost 4 more weeks for our babies to have a chance at survival.
This is where faith comes into play. For the first time in a long time I prayed last night, I prayed for my unborn children to hang on and for my wife to be strong and fight. Since we have started this blog there have been so many people, family, friends and complete strangers, who have always shown their support. We ask that you continue with that support and join me in praying for Amy-Jo and the babies. I am certain we will get through this and Amy-Jo is doing great. She is keeping a positive attitude and not letting anything the doctors tell her get her down. We will continue to do everything we can, but a little assistance from an old friend wouldn't hurt.
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