Oh the horror..
Of bleeding while you are pregnant. There is nothing quite like the panic of going to the bathroom and discovering you are bleeding and then those frantic moments where you try to calm yourself down and determine if it is just mild spotting or if it's something far more serious and it's a heavy bleed and you need to get your ass to the emergency room pronto.
On Thursday I woke up bleeding. It was a heavier spotting so I called my doctor who said if I had any cramping, go to the ER but for now, I wasn't to worry as I had an appointment the next day anyways. On Friday I stopped and the doc said everything looked fine. So of course it made sense that I would start up again on Saturday. and continued into Sunday.
Sunday night, at work, I started feeling odd. I have been given Zofran to help with the nausea and vomiting finally but my body was fighting against it so I was left with the sensation of needing nothing more than to throw up, but the meds refused to let my body do so. Not a cool sensation. I felt and apparently looked bad enough that the boss sent me home early. When I got home though I realized that the spotting was no longer spotting and was now bleeding. So off the the ER I went at 10pm.
I have to say that the second they found out I was pregnant and bleeding, BAM! There I was in a wheelchair and in Triage with two nurses on me faster than you can say miscarriage. And then after that, rushed right off to a room in ER so I could then pee in a cup and get lord knows how many vials of blood drawn and a catheter put in my arm. I can tell you one thing I hate more than throwing up and that is needles and most certainly, IVs. They feel like a constant sharp pinching and gives me 'dead arm'. Hurts to move my arm and it's weak when I do try. Likely it's all psychological. But it still hurts.
A few tests were done right then and there before the rushed the urine and blood to the lab where we got to wait FOREVER for the doctor all the while, listening to the woman that me and Jay not so lovingly referred to as 'Ow'. Because she was screaming it most of the night. Interspersed of course with demands that someone take her blood, take her urine and give her back her clothes, she wanted to go home.
Eventually the doctor came back and checked me out a little, determined that nothing seemed odd and then commanded me to start drinking a ton of water so I could have an ultrasound. Now, this I can do, I can make myself pee in five minutes even if I've just gone. But they want a nice and full bladder. Joy. So I take my time, fill it up and then call the nurse.
And then we find out that Jay is NOT ALLOWED to come to the ultrasound room with me. AND they lost a vial of my blood. Meanwhile I have to pee and I am all 'just do the fucking ultrasound already and find my blood, I GOTTA GO!' Eventually they take me to the ultrasound, alone, and get that done. The tech was a whole load of silent and curt with me, but she did show me the baby who was happily just fine. It looks like a head and arm and a blob that seems like feet but haven't quite formed up fully but it's right on par with week 10. And I got to hear the heartbeat fluttering away. After that she left me get up to pee and then wait for the slowest orderly ever to come take me back to the room. In the meantime they found my lost vial of blood which was a relief as they said they wouldn't be allowed to take the blood off the IV and would have to re-stick me.
Jay had a wonderful argument with the supervisor about not being allowed into the ultrasound which got us nowhere aside from distracted for awhile. Eventually we were discharged and I got to go home to sleep. Around 3am. But good news, I am not bleeding today and the spotting is almost nonexistent. I just have to go very easy, rest when I can and I can't have anything in my vagina. Humm..
On Thursday I woke up bleeding. It was a heavier spotting so I called my doctor who said if I had any cramping, go to the ER but for now, I wasn't to worry as I had an appointment the next day anyways. On Friday I stopped and the doc said everything looked fine. So of course it made sense that I would start up again on Saturday. and continued into Sunday.
Sunday night, at work, I started feeling odd. I have been given Zofran to help with the nausea and vomiting finally but my body was fighting against it so I was left with the sensation of needing nothing more than to throw up, but the meds refused to let my body do so. Not a cool sensation. I felt and apparently looked bad enough that the boss sent me home early. When I got home though I realized that the spotting was no longer spotting and was now bleeding. So off the the ER I went at 10pm.
I have to say that the second they found out I was pregnant and bleeding, BAM! There I was in a wheelchair and in Triage with two nurses on me faster than you can say miscarriage. And then after that, rushed right off to a room in ER so I could then pee in a cup and get lord knows how many vials of blood drawn and a catheter put in my arm. I can tell you one thing I hate more than throwing up and that is needles and most certainly, IVs. They feel like a constant sharp pinching and gives me 'dead arm'. Hurts to move my arm and it's weak when I do try. Likely it's all psychological. But it still hurts.
A few tests were done right then and there before the rushed the urine and blood to the lab where we got to wait FOREVER for the doctor all the while, listening to the woman that me and Jay not so lovingly referred to as 'Ow'. Because she was screaming it most of the night. Interspersed of course with demands that someone take her blood, take her urine and give her back her clothes, she wanted to go home.
Eventually the doctor came back and checked me out a little, determined that nothing seemed odd and then commanded me to start drinking a ton of water so I could have an ultrasound. Now, this I can do, I can make myself pee in five minutes even if I've just gone. But they want a nice and full bladder. Joy. So I take my time, fill it up and then call the nurse.
And then we find out that Jay is NOT ALLOWED to come to the ultrasound room with me. AND they lost a vial of my blood. Meanwhile I have to pee and I am all 'just do the fucking ultrasound already and find my blood, I GOTTA GO!' Eventually they take me to the ultrasound, alone, and get that done. The tech was a whole load of silent and curt with me, but she did show me the baby who was happily just fine. It looks like a head and arm and a blob that seems like feet but haven't quite formed up fully but it's right on par with week 10. And I got to hear the heartbeat fluttering away. After that she left me get up to pee and then wait for the slowest orderly ever to come take me back to the room. In the meantime they found my lost vial of blood which was a relief as they said they wouldn't be allowed to take the blood off the IV and would have to re-stick me.
Jay had a wonderful argument with the supervisor about not being allowed into the ultrasound which got us nowhere aside from distracted for awhile. Eventually we were discharged and I got to go home to sleep. Around 3am. But good news, I am not bleeding today and the spotting is almost nonexistent. I just have to go very easy, rest when I can and I can't have anything in my vagina. Humm..