Wow, it’s been a week. The past 8 days have felt like a lifetime. This chapter of our journey has proven to be the toughest and most emotional of them all. Overall, Clifford is stable and doing well. He is the cutest little guy you’ll ever see, and loves to wiggle around and kick his little legs. He’s completely stolen our hearts – and the nurses.

Grief. I’m feeling a lot of it this week. Yesterday I came home after nearly a month in the hospital — not pregnant and without my babies. Our house feels extra empty and extra quiet. 

The last 24 hours have been tough. I've continued to bleed and cramp over the last few days, and unfortunately, the cramping increased in intensity last night. The doctor came to check things out and reported that I was 1-2cm dilated, baby boy was breech and had dropped lower - all pointing that labor could be approaching. Since Clifford is so small (just over 1lb), the doctor explained that things can escalate rather quickly.

Today is a big day. We made it to 23 weeks! This marks viability, increasing Clifford's chances of survival on the outside to 50%. We've been waiting a month to reach this milestone. When my water broke at 19 weeks the doctors told us it would be nearly impossible for us to make it this far. We wish more than anything Nellie was still growing alongside Clifford, but are thankful to still be pregnant with our baby boy