All's Well That Ends Well

An interesting day today - I spent most of it at the emergency ward of St. Mary's Hospital. Nothing serious, I slipped on our inside stairs this morning and fell on my bum but it was enough that my obstetrician thought I should get it checked out. Actually, my first point of reference was my sister (at Stéphane's request) and she said that it was worth checking with my doctor. Just in case. That seems to be a theme with pregnancy: better safe than sorry! I have to say that even though I KNEW (you know how you just KNOW?) that baby and I were fine, the hormones and the panic takes over and before you know it, you get all weepy and freaked out. I did anyway. I left work (they were very understanding, love you guys!) and took a cab to the hospital. I got there around 11:00 or so and I saw the Triage nurse really quickly. After that I went into an examining room and another nurse came in. She was going to try and find the baby's heartbeat but she told me not to worry if I couldn't hear it because sometimes their equipment isn't sensitive enough. So I braced myself but I didn't have to worry. She found the heartbeat right away and I managed to keep from crying all over again (this time with relief) but just barely.

Once that was done I went back to the waiting room where I waited to see the doctor. And waited. And waited. I ate my snack, finished my book and waited some more. Four hours of waiting in all but at least I knew that the baby was fine. I stepped out for a few minutes to give Stéphane, my sister and my Mom an update but otherwise, I was in that waiting room. They finally called me in at about 4:00. The doctor found the baby's heartbeat again (too tired and hungry to cry this time) and checked me out to make sure nothing was broken or anything. He gave me a clean bill of health and that was it! Even though all I did was sit almost all day in the waiting room I was completely exhausted by the time it was all over. I called Stéphane to let him know that everything was fine and I called my office and gave them the good news. I was too pooped to go back to work but they didn't want me to anyway.

I stepped out of the hospital into a beautiful, sunny and warm afternoon. I got some food, did some shopping and headed home feeling blessed by the weather and by my good health and all the caring people around me. When Stéphane got home he brought this beautiful bouquet of flowers to brighten the end of my crappy day. Awww! It's funny how flowers really can help. The other picture is the view of our neighborhood catherdral. I love that we can see it from the back of our place.

So that was my day! Nothing to worry about, everything is fine. Baby and I will sleep very well tonight!