As we sat in the tiny patient room, I found myself holding my breath. My eyes set on the machine that measures the oxygen level in the blood. As the number 85 popped up, my heart sank. I looked at my husband and could tell he was thinking the same thing--it may be time to take Peyton to the …
hospital stay
Hospital Bed Rest
Boy what a difference a week makes! I was just reading my post from last week and could never in a million years imagined the turn of events that unfolded. First of all, thank you for the continued support and prayers. I mention it often--we knew that this pregnancy would be a risky and difficult …