Oh man... last weekend was rough! Bob was in California for a week and a half training, and Friday all hell broke loose. I woke up in the middle of the night in a bed soaked with blood. SCARY! I got up, stripped the bed, took a shower, and then proceeded to drive myself to the emergency room 20 miles away on post. -Except that I was out of gas!
As I stood there, pumping gas into the Mini at 1:30 a.m., it struck me as absolutely ridiculous that real life is like this. My life was crumbling around me, and I had to stop for a logistical problem: lack of fuel.
I was in the emergency room all night. One hour in the waiting room, and four hours in my own little room hooked up to little tubes. The doctor came in and out, ran blood tests, did other uncomfortable tests... and then informed me I was in the middle of a miscarriage. There was nothing they could do there at the E.R. I would have to go home and let it play out. She said the hormone levels had dropped, and that she was 80% sure this was what was happening. And she said, "It's nothing you did. You can get pregnant again, etc." I cried and cried. My heart broke on that table. Meanwhile Bob could not be reached on the phone.
The next day, Saturday, I talked to Bob. He flew home that night, and we spent a tense Sunday preparing ourselves for either outcome we would learn about the following day at the OB E.R. Monday morning, we are the first people at the hospital when the OB opened. The doctor came in, got the facts about Friday, and did an ultrasound. The baby was fine. In fact it has nearly doubled in size since I saw it last. It turns out I have sub chorionic bleeding, which affects 1% pregnancies, but has NOTHING to do with the baby.
We were relieved.... and then FURIOUS at the E.R. doc. Why didn't she order an ultrasound, send me up to labor and delivery, keep me for observation? That's what the OB said too.
The flowers in the picture are ones Bev sent me to comfort/ rejoice with me. Whichever the situation called for. Happily, we are still in production. Aren't the colors lovely? So vibrant and lovely.
Now I cannot handle ANY more drama. I can't stand drama anyway... especially in my own life.
We are now lowering the threat level to green. All systems go.
2 comments:
So glad everything is okay, Liz. Sorry you had to go through all of that. And what a stupid ER doc. Those people go to school for many years. Seems like he should have had enough foresight to evaluate all the options. Again, glad all is well.
You had me in tears. I am just so glad everything is OK. If you need anything or have any questions I just did the whole pregnancy/baby thing. You can call me any time.
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