( Esmee) Moving forward and accepting. (Mi's side)

Moving forward and accepting.

Esmee

Leo had lied. I spent six nights in the hospital and he had only later told me that in reality he had been expecting that length of time. After I left I was eager to get on with things but Emmet had had other ideas that mostly involved me sitting on my ass and twiddling my fingers which I did with out moaning for a few days until after three weeks of watching day time TV and sleeping over twelve hours a day I thought I was going to scream or go completely crazy so I put my foot down and told Emmet I would be returning to work.

The weeks had been good to me no matter how tedious they where and in general I was feeling better then Ever. I had been sleeping well and had cut out the exercise. I was also with out question eating better and taking Vitamins and Folic acid to try and help my pregnancy along as much as I could and so far against all the odds that where stacked up against the little one growing somewhere inside of me my pregnancy was progressing in the normal and healthy way. Routine blood tests had come back absolutely fine and through the means of an ultrasound scan Emmet and my self had heard the tiny heart that we had created together beating away defying every odd against it. By this time in my previous pregnancy’s I had lost three of my five babies, the first one ending at seven weeks, the second at eight and my forth at one day off of nine weeks. Baby three had reached week 10 though he had threatened miscarriage in the seventh week and that only left Mia who was now are bouncy, sticky button know as Mia.

With the news that I was pregnant my symptoms emerged as well which could be tiresome but carried there own joys in a certain way. There was something that was OK even good about having a bucket under my chair at the table for it had become common knowledge that I would puke almost exactly one minute after I finished my breakfast, and I also didn’t mind the fact that I also found my self vomiting at any point during the morning with only a few minutes warning either. I did not mind the fact that I now apparently had the bladder of an ant which sent me running to the low every few hours and I even cared very little about the fact I had not made it to the bathroom on more then one occasion. In fact it caused much hilarity to Emmet as we where also trying to potty train Mia and during breakfast he would bets on about who would Pee them self more that day. Was all of this embarrassing? Completely but it also didn’t matter for with only one other pregnancy had o experienced these kind of symptoms and that was Mia’s If my tiny little baby was causing these things they did not matter in the slightest because it was because of her and my heart all ready ached with the love I felt for it. Of course the most exciting of all the new pregnancy developments was the bump. I was early on and the bump was little but Emmet and my self could see it there and countless hours where spent talking singing and rubbing it. Of course we know the reality that probably waited for this bump but that is what made it all the more important for we both know at any moment on any day it could all slip away again. It would kill us inside we would cry a lot but we would and could move on again. We had Mia and we had each other if it happened it wouldn’t feel like enough but it was.