And that’s where I burst into tears.
19 weeks 2 days
Let me begin with the babies are okay and kicking (well at least she is, and I got to feel her kick!).
But, I still cried at the OB appointment.
The OB is a fabulously nice woman, and I loved meeting her.
The ultra sound scan showed complete placenta previa (the tech showed us a maginal placneta previa).
We are now considered a high risk pregnancy and are being referred to a high risk OB in the big city
M is now off work and on partial bed rest (a whole lot of sitting around and gestating, god bless her).
I cried at the OB appointment, I cried because I’m scared for the babies, and I am scared for M.
I cried for 25 minutes on the Go train home, thankfully the train into the city was empty (not that it would have stopped me, when a duck needs to cry, she cries).
Of course, I am worried, even though I try not to be, I am comforted that the babies are with M and that she will take such good care of them, but, of course, I worry about them, I worry about her.
I just want everything to be okay.