*sigh* Rob and I spent a good part of the day in the Emergency Room. Gavin spent the day with Grandma W. (thank you!) and Elliott Richard spent the day with his Aunt Kate (thank you too). I woke up this morning with more cramping only this time it was pretty strong. A little while later I had some more cramping and some bright red spotting, which is never a good thing. I told Rob and we talked for a while about what we should do. Eventually we settled on Rob calling Dr. D’s office while I took a bath. The nurse wanted us to go to the ER, so we did after my Mom and Kate showed up to pick-up the boys. The receptionist was really nice. The triage nurse was super nice too. They got me in right away and the head of the ER was my doctor. I was thrilled because he was really nice. Completely different from the jerk I had last time – thank God! My nurse came in and she tried to find the heartbeat. She tried for 20+ minutes. Nada. I was so devastated. I just kept thinking “oh my God, I’m going to have to have a D&C.” and “my baby is dead. I don’t know how to deal with this.” I felt as if someone had just dropped the weight of the world on my chest and walked away. So she went and got another nurse. Rob knew the new nurse from his days running calls as a paramedic. It took her maybe another 10 minutes before she actually found it. She found it and we listened for a few moments but I was too overwhelmed to say anything. So when she was done she went back and listened again to make sure I had heard it. After that came the nasty, uncomfortable medical stuff – I’ll spare you guys those details. 😉 They took some blood to check my hormone levels. Then I had an ultrasound. We got to see our little “Ladybug”. All ten little fingers and toes. Her ribs. Both hemispheres of the brain. The u/s tech tried to see what the sex was because *sometimes* (not very often) you can see this early. No dice though. So until 20 weeks I will continue to maintain hope and call her “Ladybug”. 🙂 She was sleeping and had both hands up by her face. Her feet were crossed at the ankles – so even if we could tell the sex, I don’t know that we would have been able to see it. They said everything looked really good except they saw a “band” some where that it shouldn’t be but they weren’t sure what it was. For now, I have what is medically referred to as a “threatened abortion”. I hate that term. It’s horrible. It means that if things don’t improve then a miscarriage (“spontaneous abortion”) will occur. The doctor said that a miscarriage at this stage is not in any way my fault. It wasn’t anything I did or didn’t do. It’s just one of those things. He also said that with their first child, his wife had cramping and bright-red spotting throughout the *whole pregnancy*. Now they have a 20 year old son who was normal until he became a teenager. lol Then he spoke with Dr. D before they could discharge me. Dr. D has put me a few more restrictions – no walking the mall, no exercise (like that was a big part of my life before lol) and that sort of thing. I have to call tomorrow and see Dr. D sometime in the next 3 days.
For now, it’s really good that we still have a heartbeat and that Ladybug was moving around during the ultrasound. Granted there wasn’t a ton of movement but it was more like “leave me alone and stop pushing on me” kind of movement. At this point, I’ll take whatever I can get. So that’s my very busy, “exciting” and terrifying Sunday.
On a semi-funny note…when we first got into my room and the ER doc came in he looked at me and said, “I was reviewing your chart. Then I realized that you’re pregnant *again* after numerous hospital stays, preterm labor *and* a DVT. You are one *brave* woman.” I chuckled and said, “I’m not sure it’s bravery so much as it’s stupidity.” He laughed and said, “I think it’s bravery.” All I know, is that my Ladybug is only 12 weeks 4 days old and already I can’t imagine life without her.
If you are the praying kind, please pray for us – me and Ladybug, that the pregnancy stablizes and everything is okay. And pray for Rob because everything is going to be very reliant on him from now on – me, the boys, everything. He will have a lot of responsibility placed on him that we would otherwise be sharing. Pray that the boys make it through this ordeal in one piece too. Pray that the placenta reattaches and everything moves along as normal.