Update No. 60.194.82.1
No, the numbers don't mean anything. It's like the stardate on Star Trek.
But my brain is a little fried right now, so I was trying to come up with something witty. Eh.
So, family first. Right now I'm sitting in Pitt Memorial Hospital in Greenville, North Carolina. I was supposed to be on a plane heading back to Austin, but we'll get to that in a moment. The reason that I am in a hospital in North Carolina is because that is where our new niece is. Michelle's sister-in-law was well on her way to a perfect pregnancy when she developed pre-eclampsia [sic]. I don't know if that's the right spelling, but I do know it's a very bad thing. Basically, it meant the baby had to come out way sooner than it should have or both of them would be lost.
The good news is that SIL is now fine, and the baby is doing as well as can be expected right now, which is pretty well for being two months pre-mature and teensy tiny. But she's a precious little thing and there are enough prayers and positive waves heading her way that I don't think there's anyway she's not going to be fantastically fine.
We flew up here late Thursday night and spent the last couple of days with Michelle's brother and sister-in-law. We were supposed to fly back today at about three, but modern-day commercial air travel being what it is, a little bit of bad weather at a key point means that we are not flying back until the butt-crack of dawn in the morning. So, we're taking advantage of the time to visit the baby again. Which really just consists of standing next to her pod while she sleeps.
But it's worth it.
But my brain is a little fried right now, so I was trying to come up with something witty. Eh.
So, family first. Right now I'm sitting in Pitt Memorial Hospital in Greenville, North Carolina. I was supposed to be on a plane heading back to Austin, but we'll get to that in a moment. The reason that I am in a hospital in North Carolina is because that is where our new niece is. Michelle's sister-in-law was well on her way to a perfect pregnancy when she developed pre-eclampsia [sic]. I don't know if that's the right spelling, but I do know it's a very bad thing. Basically, it meant the baby had to come out way sooner than it should have or both of them would be lost.
The good news is that SIL is now fine, and the baby is doing as well as can be expected right now, which is pretty well for being two months pre-mature and teensy tiny. But she's a precious little thing and there are enough prayers and positive waves heading her way that I don't think there's anyway she's not going to be fantastically fine.
We flew up here late Thursday night and spent the last couple of days with Michelle's brother and sister-in-law. We were supposed to fly back today at about three, but modern-day commercial air travel being what it is, a little bit of bad weather at a key point means that we are not flying back until the butt-crack of dawn in the morning. So, we're taking advantage of the time to visit the baby again. Which really just consists of standing next to her pod while she sleeps.
But it's worth it.
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