I posted a few days ago about my husband feeling very withdrawn and uncertain about everything, and how it has been affecting me. Last night we had a scare with our 9w4d baby bean and spent the evening in the ER getting tests and ultrasounds done. It caused him to experience a complete change in his viewpoint. He cried when the doctor told us the baby looks great and is thriving and that I had a very small hemorrhage that is common. He has since been doting on me (as I have been put on bedrest for a few days) and can't stop talking about baby bean and touching my belly. I think the thought of losing the baby outweighed his fear for the future. I'm feeling immensely grateful (and tired) today. 💕