But wouldn't you know it – that night I woke up at about 1am with another hefty bleed. I tried keeping calm but as it wasn't stopping we drove to the hospital. BB was a champ, getting roused from her sleep with no fuss ready to help mama – her only request being we listened to The Yellow Submarine in the car.
A few night's stay and a 5-hour iron infusion and I'm home again on bed-rest, feeling fine but a little anxious of when the next bleed may be and what it will entail.
So for now I'm signing off and will continue with this story after the birth of this little babe, hopefully in no less than 6 weeks.
Top: Drawing by me. It's one of the ways I've been helping myself cope in the last few weeks.
Bottom: The view. I'm grateful we have lots of windows and high ceilings, otherwise I'd be going (more) bonkers.