This morning was not unlike any other Sunday morn. We got up, I made brekkie, we ate, read the paper, then Tony went off to the game while I got Phee ready for a birthday party. We left home with plenty of time to get to the party and still arrived about 5 minutes late, as I am unused to Chaddy shopping town and couldn’t find the local AMF. I dropped her off and went for a wander through some stores.

Sounds like a normal day, eh? Thing is, to me it wasn’t as normal as it could have been. A certain little someone was being awfully quiet and pretty much didn’t move more than twice all day. Yes, ALL DAY. Needless to say, I was a little worried. I couldn’t leave Phee alone though, so I waited til the end of her party, picked her up and toddled off to the hospital, which is on my way home. Called Tony on the way, as the game had finished by then and told him to go home and wait for me.

I called my doctor’s answering service on the way home and was told to have a cold drink and sit and wait. I did just that, in the hospital cafeteria, but there was still nothing. Nope, not a tad.

Naughty little person.

Tony called to say he was almost with me, that he’d left my brother in his car and ran to the train station, just to be by my side. I told him off and said that I’d told him to go home. He tsk-tsked me and said to go up to the ward and start that monitor.

I did, and there it was; A good healthy heartbeat and stacks and stacks of movements - which I could hear on the monitor, but felt none of. It was amazing. Today I’ve learnt that the baby’s heartbeat rises as they move, so the labour ward staff are happy with it to be between 100 and 160, and it will go a little faster as they move about. I lay on the bed and watched the monitor. The beats would settle around 120-135, then as soon as it got up to 140+, then there would be a movement printed on the other graph.

So reassuring. So dumb-me-feeling. I feel like I wasted some people’s time, but Tony keeps telling me I did the right thing. If there is ever anything wrong, then it’s better to be in the hospital where they know about it, rather than just think I’d be wasting people’s time.

Afterwards, my brother finally got out of the footy ground carpark and met us downstairs. We went and had dinner in the cafeteria together, and then we all toddled home. Just a tad more tired than we would normally have been. If only a certain little person would have moved about a bit more today, then we wouldn’t be so tired.

A big thanks to my beloved and my brother for rushing to be by my side, even though my worries turned out to be a little silly. And a special thanks to Phee, who was completely oblivious to my stress and kept making jokes all the while we were waiting for the little bugger to move.

I doubt any of the four of us will be long out of bed tonight.

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