We saw the kids again today, and they’re still growing. Which is encouraging news, but they are both still quite small. Our girl’s weight is estimated at five pounds, eleven ounces (thirty-seventh percentile) and our little boy is four pounds, three ounces (still down in the second percentile). His amniotic fluid level is decreasing, so we may be delivering next week, though we’ll know more at our check on Tuesday. In the meantime, they are both working their lungs– ‘breathing’ their amniotic fluid with regularity, which is nice.
Our radiologist was, as always, kindly concerned about our personal and psychological preparation for our son’s facial appearance. She usually comes in to talk to us and to give us an update on the likely extent of his cleft lip and striking protruberance of palate tissue out under his nose.
The only trouble is that lately, when I dream about my son, I picture him with a perfect face.
On the other hand, my daughter refuses to be overlooked. Our sonographer gave me a souvenir photo of her flipping me off. The first of many, I’m sure. Oh joy.