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PARENTING DIARIES Pregnancy In France part 3 “Trust yourself. You know more than you think you do.” ― Benjamin Spock.
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ur next scan date came around very quickly,suddenly it was time to see the baby in 3D. I was so excited I just couldn’t contain myself. We saw the midwife first for a check-up thenin we went for the scan, bear in mind, each time we saw our midwife, we reminded herthat we didn’t want to know the sex of the baby. So, she popped the jelly on my tummy, and there was Baby in glorious 3D form. I was amazed, it was so clear and I could see a little button nose, eyes, fingers and toes. It was super special. Stuart and I were busy marvelling at the scan, when she referred to the baby as a healthy boy! I ignored it, thinking she was just generalising, but no, she then said it another five times! Bugger, the cat was firmly out of the bag! Shame, and it was not until the end of the consultation, she remembered we did not want to know. Oops...never mind, our baby boy was on his way to join his mum and dad soon! My due date was fast approaching and nerves were setting in. I had an appointment to see the anaesthetist
about the epidural. He was friendly, even if he did look like the mad professor out of ‘Back to the Future’. He explained the procedure, how it would work and what he would be doing, if I wanted it. I confidently said that, yes, I was definitely going to have it, and that was that, or so I thought! We got to February and by this stage, all was good, apart from the tummy alien trying to push my ribs up through my shoulders. I remember it being so painful, little bugger. I was due to go to the UK for a conference but I got up that day and felt a bit wet down below. So, I popped to the toilet and to my surprise, I had passed the most enormous bloody clot I had ever seen. I immediately panicked and screamed for Stuart. Sat in the car, all I could think of was the worst possible scenario, that I was losing the baby. I know I shouldn’t have, but I sensed the worst. We got to the ‘Urgents’ in Chatellerault and explained what was going on. They said that I couldn’t be seen there and we needed to be at maternity ‘urgents’! ‘WOW’ was all I could think! So, we finally got to the right place, I was seen within two minutes of arriving and hooked up to the machines. Five minutes later, the doctor came in and said everything was absolutely fine and there was no need to worry. Apparently, this
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