We’re sick of talking and thinking about miscarriage over here, but I wanted to give you the good news that my hormone count has dropped significantly, and if there was a secondary pregnancy, my body is dealing with it all well on its own – no need for a procedure. This is hugely wonderful news for the girl who will always remember this week as The Week I Had Four Needles Shoved In My Arms.
There were certainly some tough physical parts of this weekend, and then the awful moment that you’ll never forget if you’re a woman who is far enough along to really HAVE that moment. But the worst part was most definitely all those needles.
The midwife looked at me incredulously while I literally WRITHED on the table as the nurse prepared to draw my blood YET AGAIN. “Honey, you’ve been through much worse this week. This is a very small needle. If you keep breathing like that you’re going to hyperventilate.” Yes dear woman, but if you keep missing my veins I will pass out and seize in front of you.
Personally, my greatest victory this week was getting through all of the appointments without once passing out. That, and successfully blending in with the rest of Nashville’s female (actually, male too!) population with my heavily highlighted hair. Photos forthcoming.
July 14th, 2009 at 11:53 pm
Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies and God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our affliction, so that we may be able to comfort those who are in any affliction, with the comfort with which we ourselves are comforted by God.
Priscilla, I am so sorry to hear about Bunny. I appreciate your candor–you’re right, so many people keep this private. I know your openness will help others. I love you dearly and am thinking of and praying for you and Matt.