It sure has been an eventful week.
After the spotting happened, it seemed to stop completely. However I still had a pretty sleepless night before my 8 week scan. I don’t know why (logically) I was so worried. Everyone had already told me that the spotting was nothing to worry about.
In any case, I got up early to get to the fertility clinic. I was told I could get first in the queue if I got there at six. (I have to be at work at 7:30).
It happens that the clock in our room was running a bit fast, so I got there at ten to six. The place was all shut up. But there were two cars. I went back to my car and put on my make-up and jewelry which I had grabbed in the rush.
Then I saw another girl arrive.
Oh no! I have to beat her. Finished putting on my lip gloss and high tailed it after her.
It was six by now and the place was open and she got to the list first. However, lucky me, she was seeing a different doctor. So I was still No 1 to see my Dr. R.
I settled down to wait. I read emails and sms’d my friend and read a magazine. At about six thirty I decided to go on another bathroom trip. Might as well. (The doc only comes in around 7).
So off I went. And? horror of horrors?. guess what I saw?.. blood! The red, fresh kind.
Up until now I had the brown, spotty old kind.
I sunk back in my seat completely pale but ever so glad that I was at the doctor. I carried on sms’ing my friend and of course bbm’ing (that’s blackberry messenger to the uninformed) my DH.
At five to seven my name was called. Whew! The doc did not seem that concerned. He said let’s take a look and see.
That is all I can say. I saw a little heart beating up and down. It was just amazing to watch that motion. I heard it too.
Well, with that, I was back in the land of the grateful and happy.
He says that the meds (the ecotrin, to prevent the antibodies from killing the fetus) are making me bleed. But he wants me to stay on them. (Incidentally it was just that one time this morning, the bleeding has stopped after that). He showed me that it isn’t actually the baby that is bleeding, but it is coming from elsewhere in my cervix.
So he said it is fine if I skip week 10 and only see him again for week 12. I will see him earlier if there is any more bleeding. It’s just that the scans are hellishly expensive (although for some reason this time he charged us less) and the whole getting up so early and stressing to get to work also sucks. It will be so nice to go with B together for week 12 when I am on holiday and we don’t have to rush things.
Today is the 11th day of the 11th month in the year 2011. It is supposed to be a significant day for spiritual renewal and connection. It is also supposed to have romantic meaning: The numbers rhyme with one husband, one wife and one soul in Chinese and signifies a marriage that would last a lifetime so a lot of people got married today, particularly in Malaysia and Las Vegas.
But today for me I was really touched by a special miracle beating its little heart out inside my body. Despite the blood, despite the worry. Something so incredible that will complete my family.
Now I just need to explain it to my dearest dogs. Coffee is about to be usurped.