Unlike my post on finding out about our pregnancy, where I elected to omit the details of the wedding planning for the sake of brevity, I am going to omit the details of the wedding for the same reason many brides cite, and that is, I simply don't remember a whole lot of it! I KNOW I had a wonderful time, I KNOW it was a beautiful day where every detail was pulled off with perfection, I KNOW I danced a lot, ate a lot, laughed and smiled a lot and generally had the most awesome time of my life, but can I remember the exact details? No, not really. It all comes back into sharp focus when I look at the album (mostly. Sometimes I think, WHEN WAS THAT PICTURE TAKEN????), but as a rule, it's one big blur of awesome, ending in exhaustion!
I cannot thank our families and friends enough for such a wonderful time, especially my grandma, who never thought to say no to any request, no matter how Bridezilla-ish.
I will also say, as inelegant as this is, THANK YOU ALL FOR THE GIFTS. Our start to married life was so much smoother thanks to you. We never gave out Thank You cards as we were gifted them. But as life "happened" to us, life "happened" to the people that gifted them, and we never received them, and by the time we realised we would need to do something ourselves, we were right in the middle of the worst of Lily's Story. We SWEAR something more lovely will come before the First Anniversary! We cannot thank everybody enough. You were generous beyond measure.
Onto the Honeymoon.
We had decided to go to Fiji before I fell pregnant and booked a fabulous week long stay at the Sofitel, Denarau. We left on the Monday, excited about a really relaxing week before we both had to return to work. But, although we did have a nice time (snorkelling was amazing!), it was tainted with worry. On the flight over, I began to bleed lightly. Some people might have stayed at the airport and gone home on the next flight. But I had been bleeding about once every month like clockwork. I had even had a heavy bright red bleed shortly before Christmas (at Bob's work's Christmas party, actually. Bob panicked and decided to eat breakfast even though I was about to fall to pieces. Most surreal moment of our lives. He explained later that if it HAD been a miscarriage, there was nothing we could do anyway, so why not eat before spending hours at the hospital. SIGH) But these bleeds had always lasted less than 48 hours.
By Wednesday night, I was getting distressed. I had had my quickening in early December, and if I lay very still, I could feel her moving. Sometimes. Maybe. Well, I just didn't know!
After a long discussion, we decided not to go to the hospital. We had seen the schools, and knowing how school infrastructure often compares to hospital infrastructure, I didn't hold out much hope. At this point, I was scared less about a miscarriage and more about poor technology and overworked doctors misdiagnosing a miscarriage of a healthy baby.
We DID have a really nice time in the end and we are eagerly planning a second trip in a few years. I even found a job to go to on my return home!
We arrived home on the Saturday night, and went to the hospital Sunday morning. While they couldn't confirm whether or not my cervix was closed because it is so mutilated from surgery, they could use the Doppler to find her heartbeat. The sweetest sound in the world!
They called my doctor and booked an appointment for the very next morning (hooray for private doctors!).
He seemed very grave and elected to do an internal. He confirmed that my cervix was closed, but was concerned about the length of my cervix and the position of the placenta. He believed the placenta's position was the cause of the bleeding, suspecting that it was so close to the opening of the cervix that a corner had lifted and bled. He wanted to confirm his suspicions of a short cervix, as the exact length, which he couldn't measure with his equipment, would determine whether it was simply a short cervix, or a much more serious incompetent cervix.
He tried to get me into Maternal Foetal Medicine the next day, but they said that as they had never received my 20 week referral, which I HAD faxed, I couldn't have an emergency appointment. My doctor immediately sent a new referral, and they were to get back to me in 24 hours.
Dr Cattanach, bless his life saving soul, sent me home on modified bed rest and 100mg of progesterone twice a day, despite the lack of proven efficacy of either.
And this where the fun, and new post, begins!
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