Although I was still bleeding a little, I didn’t want to give up hope. I still felt our little girl kicking. I spoke to a couple friends on the phone who offered love and support. I knitted. I read. I watched Party Down on Hulu. I was feeling better.
I stopped bleeding around noon and felt like that was a huge step in the right direction. Again, I know the odds of delivering a health baby are slim, but I felt like I had been mourning that over the past couple of days. Right now I’m celebrating the small victories.