Basically a re-post of my Facebook note:

Well this morning I lost most of my amniotic fluid. That is NOT a good thing by any means.
There is apparently supposed to be at least 10 cm of fluid surrounding the baby. They did an ultrasound and I have 3 cm. Baby’s heartbeat was good.

So, she says, here are the options/possibilities:

1. Induce labor
A nice way, I think, of saying “abortion.” I’m at 20 weeks, 21 tomorrow (Friday). From my quick web search, I find that the youngest baby to survive was just under 23 weeks and that the mother lied to the emergency personnel, knowing that the standard is to not “bother” with a baby born under 23 weeks.

2. It could repair itself.
Of course, this is the miracle scenario, and the one I’m hoping for. It’s possible for it to stop and regenerate fluid.

3. I could make it to 24 weeks
Then they’d put me in the hospital and give me injections of steroids to try and mature the baby’s lungs. Then we end up with a very premature baby in a precarious situation.

4. I could go into labor and/or could lose the baby
It could continue to just leak

So I’m on indefinite bed rest for at least the next 3 weeks. I’m only allowed to get up to go to the bathroom. I’m living on the couch. Steve is out looking to buy us a new couch. As you know, this one is on its’ 9th life. If I go into labor or get a fever, I’m supposed to head right to the hospital. Otherwise, there’s nothing else to do until Tuesday when I am supposed to go in for another check-up and ultrasound.

Please pray for me… and Kayleigh, if you will.

Who are we that You would be mindful of us
What do You see that’s worth looking our way
We are free in ways that we never should be
Sweet release from the grip of these chains
Like hinges straining from the weight
My heart no longer can keep from singing.

All that is within me cries
For You alone be glorified
Emmanuel God with us
My heart sings a brand new song
The debt is paid these chains are gone
Emmanuel God with us

Lord You know our hearts don’t deserve Your glory
Still You show a love we cannot afford
Like hinges straining from the weight
My heart no longer can keep from singing

Such a tiny offering compared to Calvary nevertheless we lay it at Your feet.

– God With Us, MercyMe (who else? Not to mention, this has been MY SONG since that bad day in June.)