Well, it’s been a really long time since I posted anything here, and to be honest, this post will probably be my last, at least for now. I will leave this blog up for people to read, for now, but I haven’t had a lot to say for a long time now.
As you know, in my last post, I was pregnant, and bleeding heavily. I was convinced I’d lost the baby. Your sympathy and empathy was so very kind and so very much appreciated. I managed to get an early scan (after my lovely fertility consultant phoned the EPAU to whinge at them…) which showed an intrauterine sac, nothing else. But it was early, 5+ weeks, and so we went back 2 weeks later, expecting the worst. What we saw was a blob. With a heartbeat, that most elusive of things.
The blob grew. And I didn’t post, because I didn’t want to jinx anything. Against all the many odds stacked against us, the blob continued to grow and develop, and at our 20 week scan was said to be a little girl.
Somehow, in that uterus that didn’t work, she found a way to live.
On Christmas Day, at 5am, at 40+3, my waters broke and I went into labour. I won’t go into the details but let’s just say that epidurals are amazing inventions. Our daughter was born, safe and well, in the early hours of Boxing Day. The best Christmas present ever.
She’s now asleep, curled up on my chest, and I know that I am so very lucky.
I hope and pray that one day, very soon, you will all have your own personal miracles. Love to you all.