So todays the follow up measurement for you Spanish Inquisition. I’ve spent the last two weeks convincing myself your due date was wrong. Pouring over dates, convincing myself your day of conception doesn’t line up with your current due date. I’ve also developed a great conspiracy that the hospital is being an anxiety level of cautious and refusing to move your due date because they get to make more money this way. Your brother has his fair share of issues, but he always measured at 50% (till he was born at least) So I guess congratulations on giving us an entirely different thing to worry about. I’m trying desperately not to go down the rabbit hole of the impact of you being this small is, but it’s very challenging.
The very special thing that children do that virtually no other acts in your life can accomplish is they create an entirely new future. Before you have a child you envision a world of being single what your life will look like in your 40’s, 50’s, retirement etc. When you have your first child a light switch flips, now you imagine someone caring for you in your old age, you imagine grandchildren, graduations, family adventures, the list is endless. When you imagine two kids it’s the same thing but twice as much! You also imagine entirely new dynamics. You imagine your single kid now how has a lifelong companion. So what makes having something potentially wrong with you SI so hard, is this whole future I’ve created in my head could just stop existing and It is just so painful to imagine.
I’m afraid we are going to go to your appt and they are going to tell us scary things, they are going to gloss over that the due date might be wrong and we’re going to have the joy of being anxious until the day you are born, and let’s be honest every day until we die, cause we love you all so much and don’t want anything bad to happen to either of you.