Last night, on our way to the ER (again), I must admit that I gave up. After I saw the blood between my legs I totally lost control. I became a scared little girl that wanted to crawl under the sheets after a bad dream. But a mother can't do that. She has to be strong, calm and ready to fight back. Instead, I holded Dan's hand and cried nervously while we walked in the snow to get a taxi cab.
And just like our last visit to the ER, everything went back to normal after a few hours: baby kicking, dog snoozing, cat eating the Christmas tree, husband painting the baby's room, wife writing about her pregnant life!
Dan told me that we are a team and as long as we are together everything will be fine. When one team member is in trouble the other is there to support him. This is exactly what he did for me yesterday.
But because life is still full of cuteness, look at that lovely baby hat that I got by the mail. Thank you Ingrid. I love it!