Last week was a dreary and blustery one in my part of the country. I was cooped up for too long with my 2-year-old, and he was definitely cooped up for too long with me. We tried everything I could think of — play dates, lunch dates, “let’s-go-to-the-mall” dates — but by Friday, we had both had it.
Relief comes in varying forms. For me, it was getting to go to a doctor’s appointment without my beloved sidekick. On Friday morning I headed to the doctor solo to carry out a follow up on the status of my placenta. I am (eternally) grateful for the friend who just moved here, and took my boy off my hands so I could go to my appointment without worrying about how many snacks and treats to pack, or figuring out just how I might keep his busy body contained in a stroller for a couple hours.
It was nice to be alone, for once. The past six weeks have been full of optimism and prayer, with a good dose of realistic perspective and mental preparation.
And, I am so relieved to say that, though my chances were good that the thing wouldn’t budge, my placenta has journeyed to a nice, safe spot well outside of the “delivery zone.” I am officially placenta previa-free. The technician even said it looked like my little girl was using it to cushion her head like a pillow on a car ride.
What a relief! No more pelvic rest, and no more fear of bed rest or a C-section. So, how does this 26-week pregnant woman celebrate? With a cold, classic bottle of Easy Dex, in the world’s least extravagant environment: LabCorp. My, how my idea of indulgence has changed. I was just so relieved to sit there and do…absolutely nothing.
I flipped through grimy copies of Good Housekeeping, glucose coursing through my veins, knowing that one of my children was in good hands and the other, at least, has a nice pillow to rest on for the next 12-or-so weeks.