I could see Tim was torn between comforting me and going with the Doctor to discuss a possible date for a rescheduled scan, you have to grab these Doctors while you can! He scooted off with the Doctor giving me time to compose myself and feed Eleanor. Having gone 7 hours with nothing to eat at all she was pretty hungry by this point. Funnily enough she wasn’t phased one bit, like with every thing else that she faces, she smiled and said “it’s alright Mummy, we can just have the scan another day”. I love how kids can make you feel like an utter fool with one sentence!
I felt a bit downhearted over the next 24 hours. I cried a lot until we finally got the call the following afternoon to say that we only had to wait a week for another scan.
This whole journey really is one big rollercoaster of emotions!