This week has been a bit of a roller coaster pregnancy wise. It started off on such a high last Sunday when hubby felt the baby move for the first time. We weren’t expecting him to be able to at this stage as I’d only been able to feel the baby moving myself for around ten days, but the baby gave me a massive boot (thanks little girl!) and there was no mistaking it for something else (*ahem*wind*ahem*). It was magical and so lovely seeing hubby’s eyes light up and the excitement in his face. It must be so difficult for husbands when the mum has everything going on inside her and they are on the outside. So it was special to have all three of us share that moment.
I’ve had quite a lot of work this week at the school I spend a lot of time at (and love!). I’ve been working with some of the younger children again and it’s so funny seeing how they react to my pregnancy, especially as I’m growing. The year two children seem particularly obsessed and regularly give it a little rub when they talk to me! Very sweet, and I don’t find it creepy in the way I would if an adult did it!
Then, on Friday, it all went a bit pear shaped. Hubby and I were getting ready for work and I noticed that I had started to bleed. Cue frantic calls to the emergency midwife, calls to schools to let them know what was happening (fortunately both were completely supportive and understanding) and quite a few fearful tears from me. It was honestly the most terrifying moment of this pregnancy, especially as while I knew it wasn’t bright red blood (bad news), I couldn’t say for sure that I thought it was brown (old blood, and apparently less of a concern) so I was initially told I would be brought in for a scan, only to then be told I just had to wait for the midwife to arrive to listen to the baby. In a few hours! Needless to say this was the most agonising wait we’ve ever had, especially as the baby decided it didn’t want to move much at all that morning (probably because I was so tense).
I had to keep telling myself that they obviously didn’t think it was an emergency otherwise there’d be far more of a rush going on, the bleeding was pretty minimal and had stopped by the time the midwife arrived, and she found the heartbeat straight away. The midwife said she wasn’t concerned as the baby’s heartbeat was strong and I wasn’t experiencing any pain, although any kind of bleeding isn’t ideal. The thing that really struck me was that she said there wasn’t really anywhere for me to go, as up to 16 weeks any issues are dealt with at the Early Pregnancy Unit, and anyone over 24 weeks is sent to the delivery suite. So where does that leave someone in the intervening eight weeks?!
Hopefully I won’t have to find out as everything seems (touch wood) to have gone back to normal and the baby has been kicking away almost constantly all weekend. Which while it has at times been super uncomfortable, I’m not going to complain for a second as it means I know that baby girl is letting me know she’s there and alive and kicking. And for that I couldn’t be more grateful x