I was 10 weeks, 1 day from my due date. Most likely I would be delivering early, but I only had 10 weeks of maternity leave. If I spent it all on bed rest, I would be going back to work right when Zoe arrived. Our expenses were such that I had to work. I couldn't use the FMLA, unpaid time once Zoe arrived since we lived in a house we couldn't afford. At least not without my salary.
I spent most of Thursday morning on the phone with my boss. He is a great man and the best boss I've ever had. I could go to him with anything and I know he'd listen and see what he could do. He was a mentor to me. I was fortunate that God put him in that role so he was the one I was dealing with during this time.
He was willing to work with me to see if we could get me working from home for a bit. As long as I was in bed, I could work on a laptop. My doctor said it was fine and Tom, my boss, was willing to see if Russell Investments would be willing to let me. He couldn't promise anything, but he would see what he could do. That simple offer made my anxiety lessen.
I spent most of the afternoon in bed watching my Friends DVDs and the Food Network.
Until about seven o'clock when I realized I should probably eat something. I didn't feel great all day, which I chalked up to the new medication I was on. I made some pasta, called N, who was working the night shift, and told him that I was going to bed early and I'd see him tomorrow.
I could only eat a couple bites of my pasta before I felt so full I was sick. I knew that wasn't right, but I thought in light of all the excitement of the week that I was probably just tired.
At least until midnight when I found myself in the bathroom getting sick.
I knew I wasn't tired. I knew something was terribly wrong.
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Even though I know Zoe is here and fine now, this has me on pins and needles, I hate cliffhangers! But I am enjoying reading your story and thank you for sharing it :)
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