Well, I ended up at the hospital after all. I went in Sunday night. Thought the flu had passed and went to stay at my mom's - miles away from the sick house, where my husband and daughter were still hacking. But got sick there too, so much that I was concerned about the baby and my dehydration. It is all fine now. The fluids helped a lot.
Monday AM I went to my doc for an ultrasound and Trey looked so cute... he seemed fine so far. Of course, I need to scan in the photo... It's a scary sight to see the umbilical cord and what looks like a big knot in it.
I've monitored the heart rate throughout the sickness. Yes, it changed. Lowered. But now it seems normal.
I am keeping focused on my personal experience where I felt like the Lord said this boy will live. I need more faith! It's a daily push for it and working through it.
Even with reassuring kicks that remind me of this baby's presence, I feel so empty. My house feels empty every time I serve a meal. I just feel like there are missing children, and I am left empty without them.