Wednesday, 17 November 2010
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Last night, on our way to the hospital, I realized how much I love you. That even if we never met, I deeply care about your safety and that I would do anything for you. The thought of losing you after five months was intolerable. We walked nervously to the delivery room (luckily for us, they are "scared" of pregnant women at the emergency room).
They were waiting for us with a shy smile and handed me an hospital gown. They installed us in a private room. I was scared but I knew that we were in good hands. With two monitors, we were waiting for your little heart beat and to see if there were contractions. The contractions never came, we finally heard you and suddenly, for the first time, you started kicking inside me. Daddy said that you were upset because the very tight monitors were destroying the home staging that you had done in my belly for the past 20 weeks!
The nice people at the hospital took very good care of us. They did a blood test, a urine test, a gynecological exam and they use a ph paper to see if I was losing amniotic fluid. We got all the results in less than an hour (very impressive for a public hospital).
We were more than happy to learn that you were not in danger. It tuned out that the sharp pain and the spotting that I had were probably caused by an ovarian cyst. Tomorrow I will do more tests at the clinic but before we left the hospital they told us that there was nothing to fear and that they will see us, all together, April 1st!