Right now I'm feeling very much as though I'm living out the verses in Ecclesiastes about there being a time for everything. For me, personally, I'm doing fine. I had yet another level II ultrasound yesterday and saw another maternal/fetal medicine specialist. And the result (after a very long appointment) is that there is no previa of any kind. Baby A's head is engaged and where it is supposed to be and there is nothing in the way or close to being in the way. Both babies continue to look good, and based on measurements, they could both be 6 1/2 pounds. I am really ready to have these babies soon.
But perhaps not this week. Because as many of you know, Ecclesiastes says that not only is there a time to be born, but there is a time to die. One of my closest friends had to move her mother into hospice care over the weekend. I don't expect her mother to last the week and I would really like to be available for her, even if it's just being a listening ear and trying to organize some meals for them.
Plus, if these babies wait until at least next week, my other very close friend (mother of the P family) will have returned from Ethiopia. (They have the children's visas...just have to survive the plane ride home.) And as anyone who has adopted knows, the hard work will begin. It is joyous, exhausting, sometimes frustrating, and sometimes scary to bring new, older children into a family.
All three of our families are going through some major life transitions at the moment. Usually these things happen to one family at a time so that the other two can be really helpful to and supportive of the third. But not this time. Though as a wise woman pointed out to me last night, it does give others a chance to help where sometimes there is little room for others when all three families are fully functioning.