I was finally able to get in touch with someone at the hospital. I didn't speak to my doctor but the woman who spoke with me made me feel a little better. The outcome has not changed but at least she sounded hopeful. She told me that the chances are still more bad than good and that we should prepare for the worst but hope for the best. And that's what we're doing. It is really uplifting to hear about all of the prayers for our little girl. My faith keeps me going and helps me keep a smile on my face. It helps to be at work and to take my mind off of everything (a little bit). I still can't help but get a little worried if I haven't felt her move. Feeling her kick is my assurance that she's ok.
Jamie and I have been reading Charlotte's Web to her at night. It's so touching to see him. The other night she was moving around a lot while he was reading to her. What makes this experience even harder is to see him so upset by it all. But God has already answered two of my prayers. The first was for Jamie to feel her kick and the second was for 30 weeks or better (if they deliver her early). Based on the conversation with the woman at the hospital, they would not do anything until mid to late 30s. Having those two answered keeps me hopeful that she will gain weight and I will see my baby girl. We can only wait and pray.