Anything can happen...yes, even to you.
You can't win...but you've got to try.
Anything can happen
Like you can be low-risk (except being of advanced maternal age at 35) and do all the right things: exercise moderately, eat veggies and whole grains and resist the urge to gorge on French Fries and gelato, not smoke, not drink, and certainly not partake of illegal or legal narcotics, take your nasty-assed prenatal vitamin that constipates you for days, get prenatal care early, avoid excess caffeine, etc. You can do all of that and still, for no apparent reason that anybody can figure out, give birth to a 1'14" baby just as you're hitting 27 weeks.
If that happened, anything can happen. Yes, to you. Because this is the type of thing that happens to other people. It's the type of thing you hear about in the news or read about in the March of Dimes fundraising appeal. It's not the type of thing that happens to someone like you. Until it does. So, yeah, anything can happen.
You can't win...but you've got to try.
The social worker assigned by the hospital agrees with me on this. You've got to try to keep all the balls in the air. You know, take care of the 2-year old, spend as much time as possible with the baby in the hospital, stay up on her care, eat right, exercise, sleep, keep your household running to some degree, maybe get some work done. You can't just let your life fall all apart, which is what will happen if you give up. But dig it. You will not win. Just accept that. You will try to get it all right, but you will end up getting about 25%-on a good day.
It's better than zero. That's what I remind myself when I think about checking out (like there's anywhere else for me to go). Better to get 10% or 25% right today than to just forfeit.
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