My biggest frustrations came this morning when Anna couldn’t decide on which pair of shoes to wear and when the van light came on telling me to get an oil change. Both occurred before 8:00.
I dropped the kids off at school, came home and my phone rang. It was my OB.
Something came back with my blood work, I don’t know what, I don’t have much information, but it’s serious and affects both me and the baby. The condition is extremely rare. My doctor and my specialist in Chicago have gotten me into a highly regarded OB specialist in Chicago. My appointment is on Monday.
One week from today.
I’m scared. Frustrated. Uncertain. I was just starting to relax just a little bit. Just starting to feel like a “normal” pregnant woman. I was doing things like projects and cleaning and my belly, it’s growing and people I don’t know ask me about it.
I feel comforted knowing that I am under the best of care, I am grateful to live where I live where I can be cared for by these three doctors, but I’m feeling so defeated.
My kids, my husband, ME, we love this baby so much and now I’m so scared, even more than I was just this morning. I didn’t think I could become more frightened. I was wrong.
Prayers. I NEED prayers, positive thoughts and strength and I need this baby, safe in our arms next spring. I don’t think I could handle any other outcome.