So on my last post I was complaining about how hectic life was with the impending house move etc little did I know that fate was about to show us just what hectic really means! A few days after that post I had more bleeding, went to hospital, expected to be in for 24 hours monitoring but cut a long story short after 2 days of mixed messages and hospital transfers, I was told I would not leave hospital until the baby was born - my due date being over 3 months away! I spent the first three days in shock - being on the maternity ward with no sleep didn't exactly help my psychological state! Then I got moved to a room of my own and the reality of why they were keeping me here started to sink in (need to be within 10 minutes of the operating table as there is a risk I could hemorrhage at any time with no warning). So I am fine but feel so bad for the children and Andy of course who had a sharp learning curve as sole carer for the kids while simultaneously moving house.
Anyway, I have now been in for 3 weeks, we (they!) have moved house, an au pair started last week, we celebrated Celia's 4th birthday and Andy has gone back into the office so the worst, hopefully, is over (maybe I should delete that as I don't want to tempt Fate again!).......
Anyway, I have now been in for 3 weeks, we (they!) have moved house, an au pair started last week, we celebrated Celia's 4th birthday and Andy has gone back into the office so the worst, hopefully, is over (maybe I should delete that as I don't want to tempt Fate again!).......
