A Midwife’s Muse

I was so low in my last post, but today I am so happy, it’s amazing what a difference 24 hours can make medically. This morning Son phoned to say that the stoma nurse had just been round to see him, I voiced my appreciation of the support being provided, put the phone down and got my hankie out, again. I threw my heart, soul and brain into work today, anything to stop other thoughts from taking over and reducing me to a blubbing wreck, it worked but I suspect mainly because I met someone who has far more cause for concern about her child and her future than I do.

Anyway. Finished work and went off to the supermarket with Hubby to buy us a trolley full of comfort food and a replacement bottle of rum (I slept well last night). Halfway round my mobile rang, butterflies started fluttering in my stomach at the sound of son’s voice, ‘Well, there’s good news and bad. The bad news is that they are keeping me in but the good news is that my inflammatory markers are down, I’ve gained 2 kgs and they think that I’m responding to the steroids so, no operation at the moment.’ I virtually skipped the rest of the way round the supermarket. If son continues to respond they will not operate, apparently the op is more successful, and he could even avoid the necessity of the ileostomy, if the surgery is undertaken whilst there is minimal inflammation.

The relief is palpable. If baby can just be born and the first few months of new parenthood be passed whilst son is in remission then it will be perfect, I will have my ‘miracle’. Where all seemed so black and depressing yesterday, today a rainbow of colours is making life feel so wonderful, long may it continue.