Month: March 2012

I am so proud of this kid, I am in danger of blocking an airway.

Yesterday at his piano lesson, his teacher showed him how to play the first bit of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. At dinner that night, he played it twice for Grandma. Then first thing this morning, he wanted to play piano. I hadn’t had my coffee yet, so it took a moment for it to sink in that he had played it correctly. I grabbed the video and took this.

I was really, really hesitant about putting him in to piano lessons at such a tender age. But I think my last reservation just flew out the window.

Oh, and apparently, the singing that he does while playing? Two people have independently told me this week that he is on pitch, and will make a fine singer one day.

Now I am off to medicate so I can keep breathing through the cuteness.

Today’s conversation with my lovely doctor…

She: Have you had any bleeding?

Me: Yes, I’ve been bleeding for a week – but just bits here and there.

She: We’ll do a scan just to have a look.

Yes, I can see the sac is still there. Just a minute, and I will see if we can use medical management.

Me: What is medical management?

She: I’ll find out if we can do it first, then I will tell you about it.

She then disappears for half an hour, whilst I consult doctor google. Apparently, “medical management” means using RU486 to induce labour. I am not feeling keen.

She: Unfortunately we don’t yet have the protocols in place, so I can’t give you that.

Me: Never mind, I probably would have refused anyway.

She: So do you want to come back next week?

Me: No.

She: I just don’t want you to get lost in the system. (I am assuming that this means that I go without treatment, have a haemorrhage and die).

Me: You know I won’t mess about if something goes wrong. I have no interest in being a hero, and if there is a lot of blood, or my temp soars, I won’t hesitate to call an ambulance.

She: I am away at a conference next week anyway, how about in 2 weeks?

Me: Have a great time in New Zealand 🙂

I had some bleeding tonight. I had just enough to think this might be really happening, and then it seems to have stopped.

Feeling fine, tired, nauseous, and cranky, and poor Inigo is suffering from my bad temper, but pretty good considering.

Thanks for the well wishes.

Bonnie came with me to the hospital today, and Roshni was back from holidays. It was actually really lovely to touch base with her again – she said that she’d been thinking about me lately. She and I do have a lovely understanding.

1 in 200 miscarriages results in bleeding that goes beyond what is healthy. If this happens, and you don’t get to hospital, things get ugly. Which is why Roshni thinks I should opt for the D&C, and avoid the risk. From her perspective, it’s better to avoid that .5% risk than take the risk of having surgery.

From my perspective, the inherent risks of surgery (general anaesthetic, infection, sharp instruments near bits of me that have had quite a ride already…) far outweigh the benefits of well, waiting.

Don’t get me wrong, I HATE waiting. But having unnecessary surgery to avoid having to wait seems a bit extreme, even to me. Normally, miscarriages happen between 2-4 weeks after the baby stops growing. Which means that I am just inside the window now, and that if I wait another 2 weeks, statistically, I’m likely to miscarry naturally.

Worst case scenario, if I do bleed too much, I have good support, I can get myself to hospital, or call an ambulance, or call someone to help out. I am paranoid enough to be cautious, and I’ve already experienced a nasty infection, so I know about the warning signs there too.

All in all, I am comfortable with the decision to wait, apart from the requirement that I attend the hospital every week until I get the all clear.

That sucks.

And the worst bit? I’m still deathly tired, and still puking.

So rude.

9pm on a Tuesday night, and my temp is going up. Feeling a bit crappy.

Just like I did before I went into labour with A&A. Just before I developed sepsis.

We all know I love a drama, but I could live without this.

Going to take my temp again in an hour, and if I am still under 37.5 degrees, I’ll call it a cold and go to bed 🙂 I just needed a bit more excitement in my life!

Update – 37.4. Going to bed.

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Further update – Wednesday morning, and I feel perfectly fine. CLearly it’s the paranoia setting in 🙂

After a brief show the other day, there has been no further action. The waiting continues.