Yesterday I wound up in A&E as I was having pains and was quite fearful about what was going on. As I still haven’t seen the midwife yet (though I’ve been to my GP to tell him I’m preggers), I didn’t know what else to do.
They took down my medical history and saw my history of miscarriages, so they were keen to double check the progress of my pregnancy. I think they were most worried about an ectopic pregnancy.
Anyway, they referred me for an emergency ultrasound, which we had this morning…
I was expecting the worst.
Not that I had a tubal pregnancy. Not that I’d lost the baby…
But that the baby wasn’t there in the first place.
The sonographer called us in for the scan and took my dates. By my last menstrual cycle, I should have been 8 weeks and 3 days pregnant…
She put some gel on my tummy and then set the wand on my belly.
On the screen was the tiniest little blob.
She pointed in the centre and said, “You see that flickering thing? The thing that looks like a candle flame? That’s the heart.”
My baby has a heart. A beating heart.
My baby is alive.
I’m having a baby.
I am so very happy.
*ETA: Baby measured 7 weeks and 2 days, so not as far along as we thought! 🙂