Strike Two

A couple weeks ago I thought I was in labor, called the doctor and told her what was going on and she told me to come into the hospital. We packed up the kids, dropped them off at Mom & Dad's and went in. After many hours of waiting the contractions slowed down and we were sent home. All late at night. Strike one.
Last night our baby boy gave us a liitle scare, I called the doctor and she said to come in right away. So once again we packed up the kids, dropped them off with Mom & Dad and went in. They checked us out and everything was fine. And though I was having regular contractions I still wasn't in labor. Again, all late at night, of course. Strike two.

Its been frustrating and at moments scary and I confess I've let fear take over faith a few times. But God has been faithful to us and He's been keeping our little miracle safe and healthy. Every time we visit the doctor, whether for regular appointments or late-night checkups, the report has always been, "You have a very healthy happy baby. He's doing great." Praise God! And each time that we've woken the kids up, stuck them in the car and dropped them off with Mom and Dad they've taken it in stride and come home the next day as if this is all a normal part of life. Thank God for children's resilliance, for family and friends, for all the little and big blessings in life that are too many to count. And let's hope the next time we have to go in, its a home run instead of another false alarm!