Yesterday was certainly eventful. I woke at 4:30am, got ready and folded laundry before leaving at 5:30am. I had been experiencing some disconcerting signs and symptoms in regards to my pregnancy (strong cramping among the symptoms), but I was trying to just ignore and get through the day. At 3:30pm at the advice of my husband and doctor, I drove to the ER to get things checked out. The benefit to visiting an ER in the OC is the fact that I had access to some great hospitals. I drove to St. Joseph's where they valayed my car and I signed in.
THREE hours later, they finally brought me in to be checked out. It took another three hours to have tests run and a sonogram done. At the end of it all, I was assured that the baby is OK (I was able to see little baby Flores' heart beating), but was told that "there are no guarantees".
While I was in the ER, Danny and I spoke on the phone several times. Finally he couldn't stand it anymore, and had his mom stay with a sleeping Christian while he drove ALL THE WAY out to Orange to be with me. He got out there just in time for me to be discharged, but the effort and thought were priceless and precious gifts to me. He was my knight in shining armor coming to take care of me. A marriage is an incredible thing, and I see it all the more when I am pregnant and slightly out of my mind. My hubby always meets and exceeds my needs.
After I left the hospital, the first stop I made was at Carl's Jr., as I hadn't eaten in 10 hours and was nearly sick from hunger. Danny pulled into the parking lot while I was scarfing down (I couldn't get that burger into my tummy fast enough!). We ended up getting home at 11pm.
This (along with the conversation I had with the sonogram tech) really reminded me of the lack of control I have over so many things...my pregnancy being just one of them. I can eat well, exercise, and pray, but I can't control my baby's health beyond that. Pregnancy is just one of those many times that a gal is forced to have true, unabandoned faith in He who creates all things.