After my last rather involved post, I was planning on doing something light and full of pictures for this post. Something like a food post.
Something like plain spinach.
But my husband had to go to Israel for business and he took our camera with him for his company’s day trip of sightseeing in Jerusalem. The nerve.
It’s been a tough week for him to be away because I have never fully recovered physically from my miscarriage, and indeed in the five weeks following the event, the bleeding has not only not gotten better, it has gotten worse. And I was very anxious at the thought of suffering another hemorrhage in the middle of the night, alone with the kids and with no one to help. (I know how enthusiastic everyone is to learn about intimate details of other people’s health problems, so I will kindly indulge you once again).
After the last trip to the hospital, they said that if I didn’t stop bleeding within 10 days I should come back, but since I had an appointment with my gyn scheduled anyway on Monday I decided I would wait until then (the very morning Sir left). That was about 2 weeks after the last trip to the hospital and that’s about when things started to get worse.
So I didn’t know how I was going to manage a D&C when I was all by myself, since I was sure that was the next course of action required. Who would take me? Who would pick up the kids and take care of the house while I recovered? But I decided to go in and see what the doctor had to say, and see whether I could hold off for another week until Sir returned.
So she examined me and declared that with the worsening of symptoms, it must be my monthly cycle returning since it’s been about 5 weeks since the miscarriage.
Wha … what?? You mean it’s possible to have your monthly cycle when you’ve already been having one for five weeks? Really??? Is my aged womb so eager to get back into the business of childbearing it’s already sprouting eggs when it hasn’t even recovered from the last debacle?
I laughed all the way home (rather maniacally) at the thought – after the doctor sent me on my way with a prescription for another ultrasound and blood tests and some medicine to calm the bleeding. Oh, and after she put me on the pill.
So now you know everything. Well … everything except whether or not I will ever have a D&C because that’s something I don’t know myself.
Nor, apparently, do my doctors.
I’ve been wanting to do a before and after post about our little hobbit house. When we bought our house it was only 55 square metres (that’s just under 600 square feet for the entire house – that’s smaller than our one-bedroom was in Manhattan)!
The upstairs was 2 bedrooms flanked on either side of a corridor, a bathroom (that had been put in by the previous owners 38 years ago – the outhouse is now a toolshed), and then a kitchen and living room/dining room, also set on either side of the corridor. In other words, corridor:
First we turned the basement into bedrooms, which took many many months. Those pictures will be for another post.
Then we added on a stairwell to the outside of the house
and got rid of the outside staircase that had been used to connect the upper level to the lower. Can you believe the lady of the house went outside in all kinds of weather for 38 years to get to the basement and do her laundry?
When we were firmly established in our bedrooms downstairs (but still using the outdoor stairwell in freezing winter weather to go up to cook and bathe because the built-in stairwell was not ready yet), we broke down all the walls on one side upstairs so we would have a big open space.
We also redid the kitchen two years later (this past summer) to include a countertop so I would no longer need the top of the garbage can to chop vegetables (yay)! But all the decorating photos will have to wait. That’s all I can show you for now – mostly just the “before” pictures and so few of the “after” – because I don’t have a camera this week.
Because it’s in Jerusalem with my husband, who will be back tomorrow. And then everything will be all right in the world again.