Friday 1st May was the start of the bleeding. I'd had some when my baby was about 5 weeks, but we put that down to 'implantation bleed' as it wasn't much and no pain or anything, but this time it was different. Instead of getting better it got slightly worse with some pain/more discomfort. I rang the docs and went in on Friday afternoon. He booked me in for a scan, but they couldn't get me in till Tuesday morning. The bleeding continued over the weekend till Sunday I had more pain and eventually passed a 'clot', which in hindsight must've been what was left of the pregnancy, whether it was the baby or not only Father knows.
On Sunday at church before the clot came away, I found myself out of the service and in the loos crying, a friend followed me and prayed and cried with me. The tears were so intense I think now looking back there was an element of grief there already, even though I was still hoping for the best. After the service another friend prayed for healing...unsure of whether to pray for the baby's healing or just mine, she prayed for the Father's will and strength for us all. It was about 10 minutes later that the 'clot' came away. I felt an amazing peace...I was so surprised I wasn't panicking. The pains started to ease more steadily after this point and the bleeding wasn't so much. Now it was just a matter of waiting for that scan to show us what was/wasn't happening inside me.
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