1 out of 100?

An eventful few days that rolled us back to status quo -- happily waiting. Thursday morning, Momma came in for her check-up and learned the babies now weigh 4 lbs 2 ounces (boy), while the girls weigh 3.8 and 3.5. The docs also saw signs of preclampsia returning, and so again she was checked in. We've been in the hospital since, with regular testing keeping the situation closely monitored. It's now Saturday afternoon and the holding pattern remains. The doctors have thoroughly explained the situation to us, and have made clear they will err on the side of caution to protect Momma and the babies. The docs continue to earn our confidence with the care and attention they are giving and with their detailed responses to our questions. As it now stands, Momma will be in the hospital for the duration as it is important to prevent an emergency delivery and to make sure that the docs are ready to respond promptly when signs make clear it is time to schedule one. When will that happen? Could be tomorrow, or the next day, but it also wouldn't surprise the doctors (or us) based on what they're seeing (actually as of today trending away from the need for a delivery as opposed to Thursday's indicators) if the big day doesn't come for another week or even more.

The basic schedule is checking the babies' heartbeats every 7 hours and Momma's vitals every 4 hours, and conducting the necessary bloodtests to stay on top of the preeclampsia every 24 hours. Momma-to-be has been incredibly resilient, actually tough, in the face of all the poking and prodding.

Our sincere thanks to everyone who has been checking in and sending us their thoughts and prayers via email and text messages. We are chilling out here at the hospital, and as the hours pass, enjoying our children's speaking to us through their heartbeats in stereo. They apparently are already adept at a little jazz, a little rock 'n' roll, and a little fusion.