Tuesday, August 17, 2010

three little birds

Another amazing appt. My cervix was 3cm and no funneling…yahoooooooo!! I told the ultrasound tech that I was going to start running again, (she hit me) and I suggested to my Dr. that I should teach classes on bed rest and cervix maintenance. I don’t know if she necessarily disagreed. I may have spent the better part of my high school years on the basketball bench, but bed rest is something I excel at.

So… I am happy. We are happy – so thrilled! It’s taken a long time to be able to feel good about this pregnancy. But we do. My Dr. talks about a hysterectomy often. I think she wants to prepare us for the possibility… she said she’s never done one in her whole career, but my uterus has this way of holding on to things…. And if I am hemorrhaging too much, well, a hysterectomy might be the only option. But – I am going to try not to worry about that now...since it is totally out of my control, and we are focusing on this one little baby … for now.

In a couple of weeks one of our weekly ultrasounds will be done at a smaller office (in the same building as my Dr.) because the usual tech is going on vacation. I hate this other office. It's where I was first diagnosed with Asherman’s Syndrome. March 17th, 2009. Lucky me. Afterward I called Robbie (quite hysterically) from the car, and of course he told me to calm down and we’d talk about it when I got home. Robbie told me later that when I had called him, he and Scarlet were listening to “Three Little Birds” by Bob Marley… but the Elizabeth Mitchell version. “Don’t worry about a thing… 'cause every little thing is gonna be all right.” I remind myself of the pairing of those two happenings often...

I had the most wonderful morning with Scarlet. She stumbled into my room and climbed into bed and snuggled close…she is the world’s best snuggler. Robbie even made a comment the other day how he can’t figure out how we get so close and comfortable - physically. Scarlet and I exchanged “good mornings” after some silent snuggling, then she was ready for her new favorite activity with me… back scratching. I scratched her back and sang her songs …. Over and over by request..."This Little Light of Mine," and "Maybe" from Annie. I thought of my mom and dad and how my mom's back scratches were always light and ticklish... and my dad's were harder but got the itches out. Then I thought of my mom and how I think her and I used to be the world’s best snugglers… and I was so thankful for that precious and lazy time I had with Scarlet this morning.

have a listen...copy & paste the link, then click on the black arrow under Elizabeth Mitchell.

http://www.ilike.com/artist/Elizabeth+Mitchell/track/Three+Little+Birds

"Let us be grateful to people who make us happy; they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom."
- Marcel Proust

2 comments:

  1. Kath,

    Alli and I were so happy to hear that everything went well at the appointment. I am glad you have such an upbeat attitude about the circumstances of this pregnancy and are willing to bare your soul (if not your cervix) to all of us. I love your creative writing and look forward to the updates over the coming months.

    This post really hit home for me since Three Little Birds is my favorite Bob Marley song. I strive always (in my ever optmistic way) to remind myself not to worry so much, because Every Little Thing IS Gonna Be Alright...Truer even more so for me now that I am a father.

    So think back on those lyrics often, enjoy the time to yourself as much as possible, and keep the updates coming on this journey of yours for all of us tuning in from cyberspace.

    Love and snuggles from Eddie, Alli, and Hope

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  2. I love Elizabeth Mitchell and her music. We have her albums and listen to them all of the time. "You are my Little Bird" used to be my son's favorite album before he ventured out of the realm of early childhood. He used to have a crush on Storey, Elizabeth's daughter. He would have me look up pictures/videos of Elizabeth and her family and ask me, "Mama, when am I going to get to meet Storey?"
    It seems so crazy that he has outgrown that already. And my daughter just turned five yesterday. The paradox of life continues as I feel both hope and loss that my children are older now.

    xoxog

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