Christmas -- the rest of the story

While we kept Christmas a happy day for the kids, Dallin and I felt a little less excited for the day. We thought we might be miscarrying. I had gone to see the dr. the Tuesday before Christmas, and everything was okay, but we weren't able to hear a heartbeat, but I was only 13 weeks, so that's not too surprising. Thursday morning didn't look so hunky-dorey. I called the dr.'s office, and of course it was closed, but their answering service was still working, thank goodness, and also thankfully, my dr. happened to be the one on call that day. After giving me the 411 on what to do during the day and in case I did miscarry, he then said he wanted to see me first thing the next morning. So, our plans to head back to Dubuque Christmas afternoon were thworted. By Friday morning the threat of miscarriage had seemed to be gone, but we went in to see the dr. anyway. We called some members in our ward who live just a block or so away -- such a blessing in our ward -- and they watched the kids for us. While at the dr.'s we were able to hear a heart beat! Yeah! I told the dr. many fervent prayers had just been answered, and he mentioned that he had almost given up looking for the heart beat when he found it. Otherwise I would have had to have an emergency ultrasound. He gave me the okay to travel, so as soon as we left the dr.'s, we picked up the kids, packed, and hit the road!

Last Monday, I had my first ultrasound. I was only 16 weeks, but the dr. had mentioned during my first visit that I was measuring large for my due date, and he wanted me to get the baby measured & to make sure there was only 1 of them. He said there could be a chance of twins. Monday morning Dallin came with me to the ultrasound. We found out there is only one baby, and it is only measuring 1 week older than the projected due date. We also got a healthy heart rate. So, my first due date was June 25, but the baby says it's coming June 18. So, somewhere in there we will have baby #3.