Yesterday we had a doctors apt at 4:00pm. I am not sure if I have mentioned in my other posts, but Jamie changed departments at work. He went from building awnings to installing them. Which is not a promotion to say the least. He went from working in the shop, to working in 95 degree weather, and in Florida its not pretty out side. Another bummer about switching departments is that he never knows when he is going to get off work. Well, when we make the apt a month ago we thought 4:00pm would be perfect, since he usually got off at 3:00pm. As you know, Jamie wasn't able to make it to the ultra sound I had last month, so I really wanted him to be there for this doctors apt.
So, yesterday after I got off work I realized that I did not get a phone call from the doctors office confirming my apt, so I called an hour before my apt to make sure they had me down, and they proceeded to tell me that my apt. might be delayed because someone had gone into labor and was ready to give birth. (which meant the doctor had to leave the office for about 45 mins.) But the receptionist never did confirm my apt. I got to the doctors office 20 minutes early (I still hadn't heard from Jamie and if was going to be able to make it or not) and upon checking in, they could not find my name in the computer. So, I took a seat in the waiting room until they figured out if they could fit me in. Then she called me up and said it was fine and the doc would still see me. So I waited.
Jamie finally called me at 4:10pm and said he was on his way. He got there 10 minutes before we were called back. (Thanks God!! Jamie would have missed the coolest thing ever if that woman hadn't given birth and the doctor running late. The coolest thing ever you ask..... keep reading) We were taken back to the room, but before that, my weight was taken and I have gained 2 pounds, which is really good considering how sick I have been. When we got to the room we didn't have to wait long before the doc came in. He looked over my folder and told me all about my test results, which all came back wonderful (except the thyroid which is already taken care of) and then..... The Doppler. This little microphone with a speaker on the other end. Doc told me to lay down and then he lubed up my belly. He started moving the mic around to find the heart beat... nothing. The room was filling with panic, though nothing was said, fear was so thick you could cut it. He kept searching, then he went a little higher and.... we heard it. Thump thump, thump thump, our babies heart beat. I immediately teared up and I looked over at Jamie and his face was as red as a lobster and he was teary eyed. His foot was going a mile an hour and he said, "that's so cool!" (For those of you who don't know Jamie when he gets nerves or board he shakes his leg) Thanks God. I think that every human on this planet earth that experiences creation has to admit that it is a miracle.
Our chances of having a miscarriage at this point are slim. We will be 12 weeks on Friday and doc said we are looking really good. This was a big hurdle for me, hearing the heart beat. I feel like I can start to get excited now. Where before I lived in fear. I have never made it this far in my previous pregnancies, and didn't think I deserved to have this one.
Thank you God. Thank you that I am able to have children.
I also think that I am beginning to feel better. Day by day, little by little. I think that there is light at the end of the tunnel.
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