Smurf 3 continues to do well, but they are concerned that his blood glucose levels are not as high as they should be. They didn't have any idea why, but then they spoke with the doctor that delivered him. Apparently the placenta was not fully attached to the uterus because of scar tissue, and he should have technically not made it. So with only partial attachment and help from the doctors he was able to make it to 32 weeks. I'm thankful for the doctors and my wife for being able to make it as far as she did with Smurf 3, and just wait for him to come home.
The problem this presents is that with the scar tissue we realize that having any more children might not work for us, which is saddening because we wanted 4 Smurfs. However, we're not willing to risk my wife's nor any child's life just because of the idea of having 4 Smurfs. So barring any surgery to remove excess scar tissue (which is not something we think is worth the risk), we are done with having children.
On a lighter note, Smurf 2 made me laugh when they got home. She was playing with a balloon and needed to wash her hands. This was our exchange:
Me: Smurf 2, give me your balloon so you can wash your hands.
S2: No daddy you can't hold my balloon.
Me: I can hold it if I want. It's my money so I can hold it.
S2: Daddy you hold the money, but you can't hold my balloon.
The Smurfs like to have helium balloons, especially when they get to release them into the air. I think it's cool as well to let a balloon go and watch it disappear into the clouds. But I do hate regular balloons that just pop when you look at them. I cringe whenever they get them and want to sit right next to me playing with them, knowing that at any moment they're going to pop. I think I was frightened by one popping as a kid along with the clown that gave them (I abhor clowns). But my kids like them, so I continue to blow them up, make water balloons, and fly helium balloons with them because it's nice to do something as simple as that to have fun with my kids.
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