Tonight was by the far the scariest night of my life. It started with me standing up, and hello moisture down there. Lots and lots of moisture down there, enough to soak my knickers and my tights. I popped a pad in and called the women's assessment unit, who promptly told me to come up. So I did, they told me they suspected I was leaking my amniotic fluid. I thought I was going to have to call my husband and tell him I was having the baby tonight. With only a 50% chance of survival of my beautiful boy. Needless to say I was scared. I wanted to ring Matthew home straight away. I still do, I'm still freaked.
At least my boy is moving around and being healthy. Though I want my husband here. I'm not leaking fluid, its thrush, which is weird because thrush generally isn't clear. I'm still a mess, shaking, crying and cold. I want my husband and I want him now. My boy is being an endless comfort to me, and I have had nothing but kicks and nudges for the last ten or so minutes.
I'm going to have a shower, and calm down.