Yesterday I had my first appointment with the midwife since Perry died. The last time I had gone past the Vanderbilt football Stadium was with Perry strapped to my chest as we hustled away after a game. The last time I had opened the door to the office, I was carrying Perry.
After a short visit, she rushed my off to the imaging office. I felt like she was as ill at ease as I was.
Well the good news is that there is something there.
The bad news is it is measuring a week behind and the heart rate is slow, 80 bpm.
So we go back for a follow-up next week to see if things are progressing or if it is bad news again.
I judge it to be 50/50 odds.