I'm taking my title from Ann (Harvey & Dot's mum) and her comment to me on this post.
(image from here)
Good strong knicker elastic is indeed what I need - the kind that keeps your favourite saggy pair going until the holes make them too rude to wear. Persistence and strength in its most domestic and vernacular form. Adzuki gave us a scare last night - bright red blood and a trip to the local maternity emergency department. Our fabulous midwife was there before the doctor saw us, and took us into the birthing centre to use their Doppler - and found that lovely swishy heartbeat straight away. (She seems to know everyone - I take that as a good sign) The bleeding eased off very quickly, and we had to hang around to see the doctor and for blood test results and an Anti-D shot with the biggest needle El Prima's ever seen (I wouldn't look at it!).
All that fear came flooding back - and we felt stupid for having already told so many people I was pregnant - as though we could have caused this just by having a little faith in the pregnancy. It's hard to shake, that feeling that everything is going to be ripped out from under your feet again. Who knows what will happen. There's been no bleeding since, and the fact that there was no pain accompanying the bleeding is, I'm told, a very good sign. I never had any bleeding with Z (even when the accident happened - that's one reason why I thought she'd be okay), and I'd dismissed the crazy scary bleeding back in March as related to that pregnancy being a blighted ovum that was tenuous from the very start. Somehow, with my obstetric history, I've preserved some image of myself as a healthy pregnant woman. But this pregnancy after loss caper is not for the faint-hearted. Good thing I've got some sturdy knicker elastic on my side.
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