We took it easy over the Holidays. Nicole was feeling tired. Instead of joining my family visit from Switzerland on their tour of New England down to New York, we had them over for only two days. I quickly joined my sister Jasmin, her kids Shani and Eran, and my brother Yariv for a day in Montreal. Other than that, we watched the first two seasons of “Life on Mars”, an excellent BBC series and slept a lot.
The back-to-work Monday became nightmare Monday. Nicole had a bleeding! A dark déjà-vu feeling descended on us, like the fog that covered large stretches of the St-Lawrence valley these days because of the abnormally warm temperatures. This time we executed well on our emergency. It did not take long and Nicole was in good medical care. It was late for an ultra-sound scan and her condition was not life-threatening, so we had to come back on Tuesday morning for a more precise diagnosis.
Same place, same people, same excellent service, same way up to the ultrasound scanning rooms. We went through it with resignation in our hearts. We were braced for the worse. The quarter of an hour wait felt long and painful.
The first images and the technician reassuring comments brought up tears of joy. There it was, a tiny little black bubble in the right place. Inside it a 9mm pulsating embryo. 6 weeks and 6 days old according to the doctors. All looked normal. Nicole did not have her glasses so the technician increased the magnification factor. We could see the tiny heart beat.
The doctors could not explain the exact cause of the bleeding, nor the atypical pressure and heartbeat of Nicole that morning. But they could exclude that it was the beginning of another miscarriage.
We’ll take it easy this week, staying in Quebec with Nicole’s parents. Seven weeks are done, another 33 to go.
No sushi this time at the exit of the hospital, so we went for some unhealthy fast food.
