We returned to my parents', where we received a phone call from the high-risk OB.
"Your labs returned. They are not good. Your liver is beginning to fail and you have pre-eclampsia, as I suspected. We are very concerned, and you need to deliver in the next 1-2 days. Please take some time to make a decision you are comfortable with, and let us know. But we need to deliver the baby for your health condition."
Derrick and I again reconvened to pray and talk about the quickened timeline.
We were beginning to feel overwhelmed but we thanked God for making the decision more straightforward.
We easily decided on the induction first thing the next morning to dignify Baby's life, and for an opportunity to hold and say goodbye to our beloved.
We shared the decision with our parents who whole-heartedly supported us, and we shared with the children. Our children were happy to spend the night with PoPo and GongGong, and we left. I knew I would miss them terribly for the remainder of the week away from them.
We went to bed late, packing our hospital bag, taking care of last-minute things like a birth photographer. Sweet friends assisted with medical consults, researching/purchasing clay and ink stamp kits for Baby's handprints/footprints, etc. to be delivered to us the next evening in the hospital. We were so humbled by how quickly friends and church family sprang to action to care for us.
Another fitful night of sleep and prayer.
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