When my mom was here, I was on and on about something. I can't even remember what. She looked at me incredulously and said, "And I thought I worried about stuff."
Today has been a day of worrying.
I got an email from a friend; her sister just lost a pregnancy and had to have a D&C. They couldn't stop the bleeding afterwards, and she nearly died. Four hours of surgery and many transfusions later, she is OK.
A D&C did that. I just had one of those.
I know there are risks in everything. Hell, I am planning on having someone shine laser beams into my eyeballs soon. But this got to me, this scared me. This thing I've been trying to do for a year and a half, this having a baby, it can kill you.
So I've been a little freaked out today. And I started thinking about Sis B and her Scheduled Worry Time. So I popped on over to her site to check on things, since she'd been having some early contractions.
Baby Crush was born. Early. And little.
Wait...a 4 lb baby? A little preemie? Who needs a hat? Hot dog, I'm on it.
I'm glad Sis B and Crush are OK. One less thing to worry about today.
Posted by Sarah at July 3, 2008 03:58 PM | TrackBack