So, we are 2 and a half weeks post surgery and everything looks absolutely fantastic with the babies! They both have plenty of fluid, they are both filling and emptying their bladders consistently and even going through the movements to practice breathing. Best news of all, both babies are growing like crazy! At my ultrasound on Tuesday, which was 26 weeks and 7 days gestation, Baby A was measuring 2 lbs and Baby B, the little tanker, was measuring 2 lbs. 3 oz. Of course, there is a HUGE margin of error when estimating baby weights based on measurements in utero, but it is so comforting to think that not only are they growing well, they are thriving in there! That puts both of them around the 30th percentile for size, which is pretty impressive considering just 2 weeks prior they were both measuring below the 10th percentile.
This is all fantastic and we feel like it is such a miracle that these babies are alive and kicking! We are still not completely able to relax yet, though. Our surgeon told us when we had the surgery that 4 weeks post surgery, if everything is going well, that is a good indicator that everything will be fine, so we are holding our breath for about a week and a half more (which, consequently, is the day before our move).
Quite a few people have asked me how we have stayed so positive through all of this, and I attribute most of it to faith, a good portion to the outpouring of love on our family, and the rest to sunny weather and blue skies. That said...the next part of this post is about my pregnancy at this point and you will all see that I am indeed, a very flawed human, and not optimistic about everything. But, lest I forget all the details of this lovely pregnancy, I feel it necessary to record the other part of this story, so my little boys will be able to fully appreciate their mama and all she endured to get them here.
As far as I am concerned, this pregnancy thing is killing me. I had to switch doctors after the surgery to make sure we would be able to deliver at the hospital with the best NICU possible for these little ones (and to avoid the possibility of one getting transferred to the better NICU and one staying at the closer hospital because I am sure the back and forth would be more than I could handle). The new Dr. may or may not be great...I don't know because I haven't met her...and may not get the chance to meet her until delivery. She is the head of the high risk specialty clinic at the hospital, and the way the whole thing is set up is not awesome at all. Because I am high risk, I can't actually schedule with my Dr., but have to set up my appointments on the "high risk clinic" day. This leaves me with no flexibility whatsoever as the appointments are only Thursday afternoons. Then, I see a different person every time...one of which could be my Dr, but that hasn't happened yet. The Dr. who has come in at the end of each of my appointments (because it is a teaching hopsital and they have the residents and fellows do the main appointment part and then the specialist comes in to make sure everything is good and answer questions) has consistently been the same, but he drives me kind of crazy, bless his heart. He is very laid back in his approach, and has given me instructions that directly contradict the orders from my surgeon, more than once. In addition to all of this, the new clinic is a full 45 minutes away from my house, and I have not yet waited less than an hour to be seen, despite having scheduled appointments. I am hopeful that this will get better, and that maybe it is just a matter of getting care transferred and getting them up to speed on where I am, but I am not holding my breath. I am not sure why, of all the trials and unexpected changes that have come into our lives recently, this clinic is the thing that is causing me the most stress and frustration, but it is and I am so glad that in 9 weeks, I will be done with this pregnancy and able to go back to my other wonderful OB (and never be pregnant ever again)!
At my appointment on Thursday, I was measuring 37 weeks pregnant...I was 27 weeks 1 day. Yes, that means I am as uncomfortable as normal people are when they are in those final few weeks of pregnancy. Everything hurts, I always have to pee, and EVERYBODY stops me to ask when I am due. Don't people know that when you look really uncomfortable you don't want to be asked that question? Today we went grocery shopping - a family costco trip where all I had to do was hold Chloe's hand and tell Seth what to put in the cart and a quick solo run to walmart for a couple of things. About halfway through Wal Mart, I discovered why all my twin mama friends told me they had to use those power-wheelchair-grocery-cart things toward the end of their pregnancies. I was waddling like a duck, breathing heavily and having contractions like crazy. I almost just abandoned my cart, went home and sent Seth back for the groceries, but being the strong willed stubborn woman I am, I pushed on, literally, trying to support my extra weight with the shopping cart, until I found those darn gold wrapped rolos for the leprechauns to leave at the end of the rainbow scavenger hunt tonight.
Then there is the heartburn. I am no stranger to heartburn during pregnancy, but this time around, it is like I swallowed a fire breathing dragon and everything I eat or drink, including water, makes him raging mad. Did you know that with twin pregnancies you have to take the horrible gestational diabetes test twice? The first time was much less horrible than I remember, but I had to take the second one this week and it was much more horrible than I remember. I had a complete and total sugar crash after the test and was so thankful that Chloe was being cooperative and took care of Ellie all afternoon while I slept on the couch like a dead body. Then, the lasting effects of the sugar high and crash lingered for 3 days making me feel woozy, sleepy, thirsty, hungry and swollen constantly. I passed the test (according to my Dr. - of course he is laid back and even though I was right on the borderline decided not to have me take the 3 hour test - this is the first time I have been thankful for his lackadaisical approach), but I am trying to make sure I get a balance of protein and carbs so it doesn't get any worse. The back pain, and round ligament pain, and sciatic nerve pain, and ribcage pain, and lower belly pain are all...well, painful, so I am so excited that it is fast approaching swimming weather since floating in a pool is really the only way to find relief from any of it.
Ellie is still not thrilled that I don't pick her up anymore, and at least once a day, I end up sitting on the floor cradling her in my arms because she is having a meltdown because mom wouldn't hold her. She is 90% cooperative when it comes to getting herself in and out of the high chair, crib and car seat, but every so often she pitches a fit and I have to break the rules and lift her. It is funny to me, because, while she is a snuggler, she has always been pretty independent and I have never been the type of mom to hold my babies all the time. I figured we would be fine because we do most of the snuggling in a chair or on the couch reading books, but I was surprised by how often I used to pick her up to give her loves or help her get where she needed to be. It will be so nice to be able to lift her again because I sure miss twirling her around and getting slobbery kisses from her!
The other kids are trying their hardest to be helpful, but are definitely taking advantage of the fact that mom can't really enforce much as far as chores go. We have been watching waaaaay too many episodes of My Little Pony and playing waay too many computer games lately, but we are surviving! They all think it is hilarious that my belly button sticks out and constantly want to lift my shirt so they can see it...and show it to other people...not my favorite thing they do. Brynn is in love with Baby B and has a very special bond with him because her name starts with B and he is baby B. The other day she was laying on my tummy on my left side where Baby B is, and she said, "Mom, you should only chew on this side of your mouth so baby B will get enough food." She has decided on names for both babies and not only 2 names, but which name goes to which baby. The names just might stick because the rest of us (mostly Seth) are being indecisive. Morgan is so aware of what is going on, and likes to wiggle my belly to play with the babies and get them to kick so he can feel it. Chloe likes to feel them kick too, but she is the one who talks to my belly the most...in fact, every morning before she gets on the bus, she gives both babies kisses and tells them goodbye. Even Ellie has started to identify my belly with the question, "Where are the babies?" The sibling bond is a pretty amazing thing!
Yes friends, twin pregnancy is a beast! I do not wish it on anyone...it is in no way, shape or form a 2 for 1 deal...on the contrary it is at least double the horribleness of a singleton pregnancy and quadruple the Drs appointments and stressful complications. I am very glad that this is our last pregnancy, though, because if it had been our first pregnancy, I still think it would have been our last.:)
Saturday, March 16, 2013
Monday, March 4, 2013
Post Surgery Update
We went in for the surgery right after I posted my last post and everything went so well!
The surgery itself was quite different from what I expected...probably because my expectations were a little unrealistic. Having never had surgery before, this was quite the experience for me. I felt pretty calm and put together, though I was missing Seth as soon as he was directed to the waiting room and I was wheeled into the operating room. Then they strapped me to the table (not my favorite thing) before I got myself in a comfortable enough position to stay in for the next hour and a half (probably because such a position does not exist when you are 25 weeks pregnant with twins). Then they started me on my "cocktail" of meds to keep me calm and somewhat sedated. Drugs + me = not good. I immediately started to feel dizzy and not all there. I kept asking them, "I am really dizzy, is this normal?" and "Why am I so sleepy all of a sudden, I am not supposed to feel sleepy am I?" And because I was so very out of it thanks to the meds, I didn't get to reposition myself before they started the surgery, which I regretted as soon as I realized they were inserting the scope and I was required to be completely still. Immediately I was feeling lots of pressure which was pretty painful. Again, I was asking, is it normal to be in pain? And they were all looking at me like, uh, lady, there is a scope inside your amniotic sac...pain and pressure are to be expected. (I sound like such a whimp here. I typically have a pretty high pain tolerance, but I was expecting to be numbed for all of this pain - so virtually feel nothing - so I think I was just taken back by feeling pain). Then the nausea started up and they had to give me something for nausea to prevent me from throwing up mid-surgery. It is probably a good thing I have never been inclined to drink or take drugs because I really hate the feeling of not being in control of my body! In the recovery room, as I was telling my nurse about all of this, she said, "You don't drink much, do you?" Ha...nope I don't! Anyway, back to the surgery, it was incredible to see those little babies on the screen. Baby A was trying to help Dr. Chmait as he was lasering vessels and just about got himself a little tattoo. I saw Baby B through the membrane he was all seran wrapped in, but obviously didn't get a very close look at him. Baby A was excited to show off his boy parts for the camera and everyone was so amused by that that they actually included a "pee pee" shot as one of the ones they printed for us...the kids have been having fun giggling about it since we got home. I wish the images they printed for us could capture exactly how amazing it was to see my little unborn babies swimming around in the womb! So incredible!
After surgery, Dr. Chmait reassured me that it went well and he felt like he had been able to get all of the connecting vessels so we had successfully cured the Twin to Twin Transfusion. He also told me that he found that the babies were unequally sharing the placenta. Baby A is using about 75% of the placenta and Baby B only about 25%. Unfortunately, there is nothing that can be done about that, but now that they are each getting the full share of the placenta portion they have, they will at least be able to grow safely at their own pace independent of each other. This does put B at a disadvantage since he is already so small and has so little of the placenta, but after doing some research, this is very common with identical twins and there is a good chance they will be just fine. They showed me the fluid that they removed from Baby A's sack and it was about a liter and a half...crazy! I definitely do feel lighter though!
Then they wheeled me into recovery and Seth was able to join me! Dr. Chmait's incredible nurse, Arlene, who had been taking care of us every step of the way and had been in the OR with me, also came and joined us in recovery to talk to us about the procedure, how it went, and make sure I recovered well before they turned us over to the hospital. I was having contractions all over the place and they were pretty painful, so they gave me a shot of terbutaline to stop the contractions. After a bit, I couldn't feel the contractions anymore because they had subsided enough, so I was able to have some ice water WOO HOO! and get wheeled to my room where "lunch" was waiting for me. It was cold beef stew and carrots, but I seriously didn't even care because I was so starving!
The hospital food was kind of interesting...chicken fajitas for dinner, beef stew for lunch...just not your typical healthy hospital food spread. They were so kind, though, and brought in a bed and meals for Seth too. :) Dr. Chmait came in to check on me a few times before he left for the day and I was able to get off my catheder and IV pretty quickly. Another big WOO HOO! He prescribed an ambien to help me sleep, but I wasn't sure I needed it and the nurse didn't even get a chance to offer it to me because I was fast asleep when she came in. I slept pretty well, other than a tender belly from the surgery and two babies kicking me from the inside, but honestly, that was so reassuring that it just made me happy!
In the morning Dr. Chmait came in to check on us and talk through the schedule for the day and when he found out we were driving back home as soon as we were discharged decided to have our ultrasound first (we were supposed to be second). They did the ultrasound of my cervix first and found that it held up well and was as long if not longer than before the surgery which was great news. Then the regular ultrasound showed 2 heartbeats...and 2 full bladders! It was such happy news. Everything looked great and we had hit the 2nd milestone of 2 heartbeats, so they talked in detail about what bedrest would look like for me and let us get discharged from the hospital and we were back on the road. We got home right as the kids were tucked into bed and got to give the older ones a kiss and a hug, and then we got to sleep in our own bed! It was amazing how well I slept in my own bed!
My discharge orders were bed rest for a week - no lifting, no cleaning, no grocery shopping, no packing, no lifting boxes, spending most of my time sitting or lying down and getting lots of rest. Then we will be on "minimal-light activity restriction" for the rest of the pregnancy with strict orders to sit with my feet up for at least 2 hours, twice a day. Bed rest is not easy for me, particularly when I feel pretty good, and Ellie isn't sure why I haven't picked her up in days, but we will get through it and I am blessed that I am still able to get around and take kids to the bus stop and drive myself to Drs appointments.
The reason for the bedrest in my case is not as much for the risk of preterm labor since my cervix is so long, but because the surgery creates a hole in the amniotic sac, and unlike our skin, the amniotic sac has no way to repair that hole. So, the only reason fluid isn't leaking out is that the hole is pushed up tight against the uterine wall. Straining to lift, or move in a weird way or even to go to the bathroom (TMI?) could cause the uterus to change shape and allow the amniotic sac to leak and/or burst. Every time I cough or feel a little nauseous, I kind of freak out that I might burst the sac...so scary. We are hoping that I can take it as easy as possible until we hit 28 weeks (I wonder if I can make it that long without vacuuming, but that is the goal...28 weeks is only 2 weeks from Wednesday), and then our next mini-goal is 30 weeks and then 32 weeks (April 17), and then of course, I will continue to take it easy, but if we make it to 34 weeks (May 1), I will just count it as a HUGE miracle that we made it that far and will feel complete peace with them coming at any point after that. (I know that sounds super early still, but considering all of the factors it would truly be a miracle!)
This is such a different experience than I have ever had or than I expected with these babies. I have never for a minute worried that my babies would be small, but that is a significant concern this time around. I have never worried that I was going to have babies come early and spend time in the NICU, but at this point, I am just planning for that to be the case and hoping I will be pleasantly surprised and they won't have a long NICU stay. I have never worried about the lower weight limit on an infant carrier before or not being able to get the nursery ready. When I was pregnant with Brynn I was putting siding on the garage at 7 months pregnant, for heavens sake!
I am learning, yet again, to submit to the will of my Heavenly Father and just let Him be in charge and have faith in his plan. We have felt the love and peace of our Heavenly Father so distinctly in the last few weeks and the love of friends and family and neighbors! So many of our faraway friends and family have expressed their concern and desire to be able to be close enough to help, but I want to assure you all, that we are being watched over and taken care of! We were so sad to say goodbye to Sarah and Michael last night after they made dinner, mopped floors and took care of kids all week (not to mention providing lots of fun entertainment for the kiddos) and so appreciated their help. We have dinners coming all week this week and offers for dinners for the next few weeks from the amazing people in our ward. There is a list of people coming to help us pack boxes and people willing to take the kids at a moments notice for appointments, emergencies or when I need a break. Our dear neighbors across the street dropped off a freezable meal last night so we would have dinner whenever we need it most. We have been the recipients of so many prayers and calls and texts and emails. We have family scheduling trips to come out and help us. It is just such an amazing - and even overwhelming - feeling to have so much love showered out on our little family. I feel like I am watching a hundred miracles unfold before my eyes each day and have never been quite so aware of all the little blessings that are bestowed upon us each day. As we look around and see many people we love facing much more difficult circumstances than ours, we feel truly blessed that this small trial is ours to endure and are grateful for the opportunity to exercise our faith.
Finally, because of all the risks associated with the surgery and the additional risks we found as we prepared for the surgery, we made the decision with heavy hearts to transfer our care to a new OB at a high risk practice who could deliver at a (further away) hospital with a higher level NICU. I have not met the new OB yet, but have heard wonderful things about her and am so confident in her abilities. It was a hard decision to switch because my OB and MFM have taken such amazing care of us through all of this, and I credit much of our babies' well being to their diligent watch and care, but both of them recommended the switch in the best interest of the twins. That is truly the sign of a caring and wonderful doctor. Because of the transfer of care, the new OB wanted to check in on the babies as quickly as possible since my first appointment with her is not until Thursday of this week, so I was able to go in for a spot check ultrasound on Friday in Labor and Delivery and they found that both boys are still doing well, have great heartbeats and full bladders, and the dividing membrane was visible because little Mr. B finally had some fluid! No more seran wrap going on! HOORAY! So now we just continue to take it easy, get lots of protein, lots of water and lots of rest, and hope that the next few weeks will continue to show progress in the right direction!
The surgery itself was quite different from what I expected...probably because my expectations were a little unrealistic. Having never had surgery before, this was quite the experience for me. I felt pretty calm and put together, though I was missing Seth as soon as he was directed to the waiting room and I was wheeled into the operating room. Then they strapped me to the table (not my favorite thing) before I got myself in a comfortable enough position to stay in for the next hour and a half (probably because such a position does not exist when you are 25 weeks pregnant with twins). Then they started me on my "cocktail" of meds to keep me calm and somewhat sedated. Drugs + me = not good. I immediately started to feel dizzy and not all there. I kept asking them, "I am really dizzy, is this normal?" and "Why am I so sleepy all of a sudden, I am not supposed to feel sleepy am I?" And because I was so very out of it thanks to the meds, I didn't get to reposition myself before they started the surgery, which I regretted as soon as I realized they were inserting the scope and I was required to be completely still. Immediately I was feeling lots of pressure which was pretty painful. Again, I was asking, is it normal to be in pain? And they were all looking at me like, uh, lady, there is a scope inside your amniotic sac...pain and pressure are to be expected. (I sound like such a whimp here. I typically have a pretty high pain tolerance, but I was expecting to be numbed for all of this pain - so virtually feel nothing - so I think I was just taken back by feeling pain). Then the nausea started up and they had to give me something for nausea to prevent me from throwing up mid-surgery. It is probably a good thing I have never been inclined to drink or take drugs because I really hate the feeling of not being in control of my body! In the recovery room, as I was telling my nurse about all of this, she said, "You don't drink much, do you?" Ha...nope I don't! Anyway, back to the surgery, it was incredible to see those little babies on the screen. Baby A was trying to help Dr. Chmait as he was lasering vessels and just about got himself a little tattoo. I saw Baby B through the membrane he was all seran wrapped in, but obviously didn't get a very close look at him. Baby A was excited to show off his boy parts for the camera and everyone was so amused by that that they actually included a "pee pee" shot as one of the ones they printed for us...the kids have been having fun giggling about it since we got home. I wish the images they printed for us could capture exactly how amazing it was to see my little unborn babies swimming around in the womb! So incredible!
this is Baby A's fist. You can see him putting it up to his face on the right in the ultrasound view
and the left image is what we saw through the scope.
This is Baby A touching his face (I think it is his face anyway). Amazing how you can see
the little wrinkles in his thumb and even what looks like a thumbnail.
And the famed "pee pee" shot. Little buddy, it is your own fault for hanging out in front of the camera with your boy parts for so long! If you can look past the boy parts, though, you can see his little legs and tummy. Such a teeny little thing! Fatten up, would ya!?
Then they wheeled me into recovery and Seth was able to join me! Dr. Chmait's incredible nurse, Arlene, who had been taking care of us every step of the way and had been in the OR with me, also came and joined us in recovery to talk to us about the procedure, how it went, and make sure I recovered well before they turned us over to the hospital. I was having contractions all over the place and they were pretty painful, so they gave me a shot of terbutaline to stop the contractions. After a bit, I couldn't feel the contractions anymore because they had subsided enough, so I was able to have some ice water WOO HOO! and get wheeled to my room where "lunch" was waiting for me. It was cold beef stew and carrots, but I seriously didn't even care because I was so starving!
The hospital food was kind of interesting...chicken fajitas for dinner, beef stew for lunch...just not your typical healthy hospital food spread. They were so kind, though, and brought in a bed and meals for Seth too. :) Dr. Chmait came in to check on me a few times before he left for the day and I was able to get off my catheder and IV pretty quickly. Another big WOO HOO! He prescribed an ambien to help me sleep, but I wasn't sure I needed it and the nurse didn't even get a chance to offer it to me because I was fast asleep when she came in. I slept pretty well, other than a tender belly from the surgery and two babies kicking me from the inside, but honestly, that was so reassuring that it just made me happy!
In the morning Dr. Chmait came in to check on us and talk through the schedule for the day and when he found out we were driving back home as soon as we were discharged decided to have our ultrasound first (we were supposed to be second). They did the ultrasound of my cervix first and found that it held up well and was as long if not longer than before the surgery which was great news. Then the regular ultrasound showed 2 heartbeats...and 2 full bladders! It was such happy news. Everything looked great and we had hit the 2nd milestone of 2 heartbeats, so they talked in detail about what bedrest would look like for me and let us get discharged from the hospital and we were back on the road. We got home right as the kids were tucked into bed and got to give the older ones a kiss and a hug, and then we got to sleep in our own bed! It was amazing how well I slept in my own bed!
My discharge orders were bed rest for a week - no lifting, no cleaning, no grocery shopping, no packing, no lifting boxes, spending most of my time sitting or lying down and getting lots of rest. Then we will be on "minimal-light activity restriction" for the rest of the pregnancy with strict orders to sit with my feet up for at least 2 hours, twice a day. Bed rest is not easy for me, particularly when I feel pretty good, and Ellie isn't sure why I haven't picked her up in days, but we will get through it and I am blessed that I am still able to get around and take kids to the bus stop and drive myself to Drs appointments.
The reason for the bedrest in my case is not as much for the risk of preterm labor since my cervix is so long, but because the surgery creates a hole in the amniotic sac, and unlike our skin, the amniotic sac has no way to repair that hole. So, the only reason fluid isn't leaking out is that the hole is pushed up tight against the uterine wall. Straining to lift, or move in a weird way or even to go to the bathroom (TMI?) could cause the uterus to change shape and allow the amniotic sac to leak and/or burst. Every time I cough or feel a little nauseous, I kind of freak out that I might burst the sac...so scary. We are hoping that I can take it as easy as possible until we hit 28 weeks (I wonder if I can make it that long without vacuuming, but that is the goal...28 weeks is only 2 weeks from Wednesday), and then our next mini-goal is 30 weeks and then 32 weeks (April 17), and then of course, I will continue to take it easy, but if we make it to 34 weeks (May 1), I will just count it as a HUGE miracle that we made it that far and will feel complete peace with them coming at any point after that. (I know that sounds super early still, but considering all of the factors it would truly be a miracle!)
This is such a different experience than I have ever had or than I expected with these babies. I have never for a minute worried that my babies would be small, but that is a significant concern this time around. I have never worried that I was going to have babies come early and spend time in the NICU, but at this point, I am just planning for that to be the case and hoping I will be pleasantly surprised and they won't have a long NICU stay. I have never worried about the lower weight limit on an infant carrier before or not being able to get the nursery ready. When I was pregnant with Brynn I was putting siding on the garage at 7 months pregnant, for heavens sake!
I am learning, yet again, to submit to the will of my Heavenly Father and just let Him be in charge and have faith in his plan. We have felt the love and peace of our Heavenly Father so distinctly in the last few weeks and the love of friends and family and neighbors! So many of our faraway friends and family have expressed their concern and desire to be able to be close enough to help, but I want to assure you all, that we are being watched over and taken care of! We were so sad to say goodbye to Sarah and Michael last night after they made dinner, mopped floors and took care of kids all week (not to mention providing lots of fun entertainment for the kiddos) and so appreciated their help. We have dinners coming all week this week and offers for dinners for the next few weeks from the amazing people in our ward. There is a list of people coming to help us pack boxes and people willing to take the kids at a moments notice for appointments, emergencies or when I need a break. Our dear neighbors across the street dropped off a freezable meal last night so we would have dinner whenever we need it most. We have been the recipients of so many prayers and calls and texts and emails. We have family scheduling trips to come out and help us. It is just such an amazing - and even overwhelming - feeling to have so much love showered out on our little family. I feel like I am watching a hundred miracles unfold before my eyes each day and have never been quite so aware of all the little blessings that are bestowed upon us each day. As we look around and see many people we love facing much more difficult circumstances than ours, we feel truly blessed that this small trial is ours to endure and are grateful for the opportunity to exercise our faith.
Finally, because of all the risks associated with the surgery and the additional risks we found as we prepared for the surgery, we made the decision with heavy hearts to transfer our care to a new OB at a high risk practice who could deliver at a (further away) hospital with a higher level NICU. I have not met the new OB yet, but have heard wonderful things about her and am so confident in her abilities. It was a hard decision to switch because my OB and MFM have taken such amazing care of us through all of this, and I credit much of our babies' well being to their diligent watch and care, but both of them recommended the switch in the best interest of the twins. That is truly the sign of a caring and wonderful doctor. Because of the transfer of care, the new OB wanted to check in on the babies as quickly as possible since my first appointment with her is not until Thursday of this week, so I was able to go in for a spot check ultrasound on Friday in Labor and Delivery and they found that both boys are still doing well, have great heartbeats and full bladders, and the dividing membrane was visible because little Mr. B finally had some fluid! No more seran wrap going on! HOORAY! So now we just continue to take it easy, get lots of protein, lots of water and lots of rest, and hope that the next few weeks will continue to show progress in the right direction!
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