Well, I'm officially a believer that there is no such thing as a normal pregnancy. Would it be so horrible? Ugh. Anyway, Mr. or Miss Baby T2 decided they weren't getting enough attention which resulted in mommy rushing to Barnes on 1/31 to the pregnancy assessment center. It was a Tuesday morning (the day of the aforementioned flash mob) and I was excited for the day. I started my typical morning routine with a trip to the toilet to potty and discovered lots of bright red blood. My initial shock told me, "well...this isn't right." Horrified at what it could mean at 19 weeks, I called the exchange (it's 6 am mind you) to ask for guidance. The nurse told me that she would page my doctor and I should get a call back in 30 minutes. 30 minutes!?! Really? Let's just say that 30 minutes took forever and I paced back and forth between the bathroom and bedroom. I had no idea what I would do if they told me to go to the ER since I was home alone with Silas and daycare was 20 minutes outside of home. These are times when you really understand why a child ideally has two parents. It's alot for one person to handle - particularly when there is a crisis. So...I first called Amanda because I knew she'd calm me down and then called my mom to let her know she needed to be on standby for a trip to St. Louis depending on what was going on. Let's just say I think this may be the most I've ever heard Nana freaked out even though she stayed calm. I decided I needed to call our neighbor Jackie to see if Si could hang out with her if I had to go to the city. Worst case scenario, Nana could pick him up there.
In the back of my mind I had my friend Allison in my mind. She had a similar bleeding experience and while she had increased monitoring and restrictions, her baby was doing well. Perhaps I would be fine too. I also tried going to the bathroom again and this time it was clear so I knew I was not full fledged hemmoraging.
The doctor finally called back 40 minutes later and told me to go to the pregnancy assessment center at Barnes. Amanda offered to meet me there which I felt bad about because she would be missing work and because I didn't want her to relive the loss of Abigale which was approaching one year ago. However, I knew that if there was bad news I couldn't be there alone. I opted not to call the emergency line for BJ's training until I knew what was going on. If called it would be hours before he could get to me so I thought it best to just wait.
Fortunately Silas happily went to Jackie's house to play with choo choo's, EI (Eli), and Jada. I didn't hit much traffic and quickly found my way to where I needed to be at Barnes. They had me undress and immediately started the process to admit in. The nurse mentioned that she hoped I wouldn't have to spend the night...what??? It was 7:30 am. They checked all my vitals and listened for babies heart beat. Everything was fine - music to my ears.
After waiting a bit to see the nurse, she came in and said she thought this was as a result of the placenta previa I had been diagnosed with just four days earlier. She was very informative and even giggled at the "coincidence" at how quickly I had a complication after being diagnosed. She also indicated that she knew I was on "pelvic rest" and I told her that I had not been told that. She seemed shocked and told me I had to be my own advocate and that there should not be anything "down there" for any reason. I was pretty upset with my doctor, and still am, for not taking this precautionary measure that could have caused me to lose the baby. They had really minimized this concern. This will be addressed at my appointment on 2/14. Ugh. I asked if there were any other precautions I should be made aware of (i.e., lifting Silas) and was told just to watch for signs of stress on my body. Before we left she brought in a very old ultrasound machine and let me actually see that baby was okay. Such a relief.
Alas, I was not able to be in the flash mob at work and I was very sad. I went home and picked up Silas. After we had lunch we both took a long nap which was nice. We also skipped Little Gym that night because I didn't want to over do it. BJ finally called at about 8:00 pm and was upset with me that I had not called and also at the doctor for not telling us about pelvic rest. Obviously, he was just concerned.
I am feeling better now although for about a week I had a lot of pain. Fortunately, we attended dada's graduation from the Illinois Department of Corrections training on 2/9. We're so happy to have him around more and to gain some stability in our lives. Perfect timining for Baby T2! We've still got nothin' for names for this little rocker in my tummy. Still shocking how much more movement I feel as compared to Silas.
My next doctor's appointment is on 2/14. <3
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