After waiting for months I finally got on with a midwife! Today was my first appointment and my boys were terrible. The clinic was behind and they had exhausted my arsenal of snacks and toys during our half hour wait. When we were finally called in, I didn't sit in the chair once. I answered my midwife's questions while holding the door shut so Finley wouldn't escape (after he discovered the nifty door handles) and refereeing the older boys while they fought and fussed. I could feel my face getting hot as I moved around the room like a tornado, trying to be as calm as I could. At the end of the appointment we finally got to hear baby's heartbeat (which was around 150bpm). Finley sat calmly beside me for the first time all morning and the boys inched closer to where I was laying as they listened wide-eyed. For those few minutes there was a sense of calm in the room that I cherished deeply. Then I rounded up my rowdy crew and tried not to lecture them too much as we walked to the van. As soon as I shut my door I cried. Then I called Mr. Stannix and cried some more.
Tonight that wonderful man surprised me with a lovely bouquet of flowers and a nice long hug.
It definitely was a bright spot in my day! I love that man!
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