Well, we are officially into our 2nd trimester! We're excited to move forward with our nursery plans and in 7 short weeks we will get to find out if there's a little boy or little girl causing all the ruckus.
Unfortunately, that's not really what this post is all about. As soon as I thought I was getting back to my normal "bloggy" ways on Her Umbrella, we were hit with another giant pregnancy hurdle. As I said before, I was going to be candid throughout this entire experience. The reason being, for myself to look back and be able to comb through our adventure. Another reason being for this little jellybean to do the same. But also, to reach out to fellow bloggers and women who have had similar experiences with no where to really share or talk about them.
Now onto the nightmare.
Now onto the nightmare.
You know when you see movies or hear stories of pregnant women waking up in the middle of the night in a pool of their own blood? That's the nightmare right? It's the ultimate ominous sign and it's terrifying.
Well, that happened to us - minus the actual pool of blood.
Last Wednesday morning, I woke up around 3:30 AM and noticed that I was "wet." This time instead of leaping from my bed because I thought I was bleeding, I got up steadily and went to the bathroom, this time thinking that I had just wet the bed again. To my surprise I found my underwear soaked, with what seemed to be blood.
My heart was pounding a mile a minute. I had never even had this happened to me when I started my period by surprise - and it happens to us all ladies. And never, ever was it this much. I calmly (as calm as I could be) cleaned myself up and woke up Justin. He, being the actual calm one in the relationship, assessed the situation as best he could. Told me to try and go back to sleep for a few hours since I didn't have any pain or cramping and see if it tapered off by morning.
Our thoughts are that since I've had a lot of spotting here and there since the beginning, my "growing" time may be the cause. This is what we were hoping was happening.
Around 6:30 AM I woke back up and headed towards the restroom. Luckily the pantyliner was clear, but the toilet was not. The water turned bright pink, which says a lot since our water is blue, and there was a nice size blood clot at the bottom of the toilet. My heart sank. I felt like there was no way we were getting out of this with good news.
I got a hold of the doctor on call through my office and she told me to wait until 8 AM to call in and let them know I needed to see my doctor and have the baby checked.
It was a really long wait, but thankfully, again, my doctor's office worked quickly and efficiently to get me in to not only have an ultrasound but also a checkup with the doctor.
Let me remind you this was the second time now we waited to see our baby on the big screen and hold our breaths that there was a heartbeat. And there was, in fact, a big, STRONG heartbeat of 183. Before we even got to see the heart pitter-pattering we saw our baby moving and grooving. Jazz hands, shaking his/her tushy at us - even the sonographer was giggling at our little goofball.
So, what caused the bleeding? Which, did taper off completely by the time we left the doctor's office. A small hemorrhage - apparently this happens with 50% of women. Some women experience bleeding and some women never even know it happened until it's seen in an ultrasound. It can happen as the placenta grows, in between the folds of the placenta, around the uterus or just because of the growing going on inside of you.
My doctor didn't get into too much detail because she said it was small, everything looked perfect and it didn't increase my chances of miscarriage <--- which I really needed to hear.
I left with good news and relief, but that doesn't stop my anxiety. Every time I go to the restroom, I get anxious. Every time I wake up in the middle of the night, I feel like something else happened. And Friday night it did, in a matter of 15 minutes, I bled through a pantyliner - and then it just stopped. Justin's theory? The hemorrhage wasn't completely healed yet and the horrid 15 minutes of barfing I did before I noticed the bleeding irritated the problem.
So, who else had a scary experience like this and has the guts to share? After it happened I found out that one of my really good friends experienced 3 hemorrhages during her pregnancy, without the pool of blood scenario, and now she has a beautiful baby girl. That helps my anxiety, a little.