I am Hoping that three hospital visits will suffice. I woke up this morning with a new resolve: I am going to get better (dammit).
I had the D&C last evening at 7pm. The doctor said he removed about 400 mls of "products" from my ute and that it was infected. The big bleed was my body's way of trying to eliminate it.
Mademoiselle Gummy (having narrowly avoided being eaten by Bunlet), spent part of Saturday with good friends who have an 18-month-old. Since they put me in the labor & delivery unit this time, Gummy has been able to visit us. She is lying on my chest as I peck out this post. She spent the night at Sattva's, where she was ogled by Sattva's girls. Quote for 4-year-old Ginger: "when can we teach Gummy how to walk?"
I am getting a blood transfusion at the moment. My hemoglobin got too low and the doc felt he couldn't get it back up well enough with just an iron supplement.
Mr August has been amazing throughout all of this. He is not so good with seeing lots of blood, yet remained calm when the blood bath occurred and managed to keep me safe, to call 911, and to make sure gummy was alright. He even got me a breakfast bagel sandwich from my favorite spot in town.
We are hoping that I will get discharged tomorrow. Then we can go home and get started with the rest of our lives as a family of three. In the mean time though, we are counting our blessings. We have amazing friends near and far who have offered us so much love and support. And that includes you, dear women. Thank you.