Tuesday, February 17, 2015

Life as a dream

Yesterday as I was driving home from work my sister called and we were able to catch up a bit. She said my pregnancy had felt like a dream- we told everyone and there was great rejoicing and then a week later great sorrow over the miscarriage.

Yet everything is a process... An extended dream? For three whole days after the death of our baby it stayed inside of me until it finally came out the fourth (sorry to be graphic, but nothing physically resembling a baby at eight weeks old). But still I have been tired, worn down and in pain.

  Last night pain became extreme- I can't  say it was contractions, but it made me restless and banished any thought of sleeping until my wonderful husband administered ibvuprofin. After some sleep the pain resumed about four hours later and after that subsided I woke up soaked in blood at 6:45.

So thankful that my husband isn't squeamish around blood, that he has worked in a hospital and has a working knowledge of his psychological degree. Without his aid this morning I certainly wouldn't be as coherent as I am now, but  I might also be in a hospital.

Praise God for good husbands who have a generous serving of practicality and common sense!!  



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