I had some bleeding yesterday. Not spotting, but bleeding. It was supposed to be a good day. After a year of looking, my husband got a GREAT job. It was supposed to be a good day. But I was bleeding. So we went to the hospital. I resigned myself to the fact that my pregnancy was over and that I would never be a mother through natural pregnancy. It was tough. But I talked myself out of false hope. My husband on the other had kept telling me that it was a good day and that all would be well. We went to the hospital. They did an internal exam. My cervix was fine. Bleeding was not new blood. They did an ultrasound. There was a heartbeat. 166 bpm. My baby is fine. Yesterday WAS a good day.
I have two fibroids. Biig ones. I will have to have a c-section. I’m ok with this as long as it means that my baby will be ok.
Yesterday was a good day.
