Update

Yesterday I went in to the ante-natal clinic where I met with a consultant, not MY consultant, mind you, but a nice consultant nevertheless. It was actually the same consultant I saw the first time I went into the ward panicked about the contractions I was having, so she remembered me and my drama. (At this point, I am starting to wonder if I will ever actually get to meet "my consultant," or if this even matters at all. Did I mention there's no place like home?)

I brought in my previous maternity records which she seemed only mildly interested in, but she did listen and agreed that perhaps I should be monitored more closely. Eureka! So I will be going in again on Friday for a scan of my cervix. I am very hopeful that the scan will reveal that all is closed tight and that there is no need for concern. Then I plan to heave a great sigh of relief and relax a bit more... or even stop relaxing SO much! That is my plan. Whatever the case, I am happy that a British medical professional has agreed that I might need a little extra monitoring due to my medical history, and this feels big.

I will report back if there is any further news. Thanks to everyone at home and abroad who has been praying for me and making me feel so cared for!

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