Today was a scary day, filled with fear, then relief, but I still feel anxious and nervous that there could be something wrong with you. And the hardest part is, there is nothing I can do to help you. So thankful that even when I'm unable to help you, I can pray. I can run to the feet of Jesus and pray.
Long story short, this morning, as daddy and I were texting about all of the things we were so excited about, I went to the bathroom to take my morning medicine. And there it was, blood. The scariest thing that I pregnant woman can see. The one thing I didn't think I was going to have to see again for a very very long time. My heart immediately dropped. I called daddy to let him know, and then called the doctor right away. The nurse told me to get my feet up as quickly as I could, and she would talk to the doctor and call me back. So my first thought was to lay on the ground asap. I laid on the bathroom floor and propped my feet up on the toilet. I didn't even care that I was laying on a bathroom floor.
There I was, 10 days after I got the best news of my life, laying on a bathroom floor, surrounded with fear. Just 8 days after I had taken a positive pregnancy test in this same bathroom stall just for the heck of it. It was 57 minutes before the nurse called me back. 57 long minutes, laying on the floor of my work bathroom. I spent those 57 minutes texting daddy, and multiple other people that I knew would pray for me and for you. And for some reason, in those 57 minutes, there was a song that popped into my head that I just couldn't erase.