Ty and I had decided that we didn't want to tell anyone about our impending parenthood until at least 12 weeks. We wanted the risk of a miscarriage to drop before we were willing to share.
When we almost lost 'lil bit' at 10 weeks, I was glad we hadn't said anything yet.
One night after work, I was relaxing as had become the usual for me. I was having pretty bad morning sickness and fatigue. I felt like I had wet my pants and went running to the bathroom. I began to freak out when I discovered it was blood....a lot of blood.
I started to cry and pray asking heavenly father to just let me keep my baby. Really, I had little hope but never stopped praying.
I called the clinic thinking maybe I could talk to a nurse but they were closed. The scheduling departmet was open though and told me I needed to call the labor and delivery. I called over and the nurse asked me what was going on and how far along I was. Apparently, my speech was the clearest with all of my blubbering because she interupted me and said "I can't do anything for you if you down at least try and speak clearly," in a very rude tone. When I told her 10 weeks she was annoyed with me. She, in not such a nice way, told me there was nothing they could do and I need to talk to the ER and transfered me without another word. I was already hysterical and spending all this time on the phone being given the run around wasn't helping....so much so that I started crying even harder.
The man who answered the phone in the ER was VERY nice thankfully. He told me that I needed to come in to be examined and asked if I was feeling dizzy from the blood loss because he would send an ambulence. I told him my husband was on his way home and asked if it was okay if I didn't come in for a half hour or so until he was there. He told me I was fine and that I should calm down. I am very thankful for this man and wish I now knew who he was.
Ty got home and we packed up the laptop, knowing that the wait in the ER can be awful, and headed to the hospital. There is a large sign near the nurses desk that reads 'if you are pregnant or having heart pain, alert the staff immediately.' We checked in and sat down to watch a few episodes of 'the office' while we waited and not 2 minutes later they were calling us back! We got some evil stares from other people in the waiting room....but I learned the way to get fast service is to be knocked up!
When we got back into the room, I was examined and told that they needed to do an ultrasound to see if we still had a healthy baby or if I had miscarried sense they could not tell yet. That ride on the hospital bed back to the ultrasound room was one of the most terrifying 2 minutes of my life. I was praying with everything that I had that my baby was still okay but I was doubtful.
Once back in the room, if felt like it took FOREVER for the tech to get the machine ready. I was ready to grab the wand and check myself! In all actuality, it was only a minute or so. I held my breath as I stared at the screen and had to asked the tech if I was right....did I really see the babe moving around in there? He told me YES! my baby was okay! I looked over at Ty and the words that came out of his mouth made me laugh....."it looks like a peanut m&m".
After another hour in the ER, there was no explanation as to what caused all of that blood.....only prayers of gratitude that we hadn't lost her.
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