Ladies, you know when you know your period is coming?
You feel the cramps and then it feels like a big drop is about to come and boom! There’s blood?
That happened to me on Friday.
I was on the sofa watching some tv and I felt the drop and I thought, that seems like a lot if it’s discharge, so I let my hand go down there and my pants were wet.
Up the stairs I go to the bathroom and what’s looking back at me is dark red and definitely not discharge. I kinda start to freak.
Yes, because of my miscarriage history and because well, I didn’t spot with Pea and I know all pregnancies are different, but I wasn’t really prepared to spot and what do I do? I look at the clock and my Dr.’s office is, of course, closed.
So, I consult the book. I keep it on the toilet, ya know, for light reading and to refresh my memory. After all, it’s been 3 years since I’ve been here. The book says that for any consistent bleeding in the second trimester I should contact my doctor that same day. Of course this would happen on a Friday night when the doctor’s office is closed.
I call anyway, because they have an on-call nurse with her list of symptoms that she can look up in the computer. She types in my symptoms and asks me my 600 questions (somehow saying that this is my fourth pregnancy with only one live birth never, ever feels comfortable)… and she decides to call the Dr. on call who, of course, is not my doctor but the other lady in the office. She’s cool, but she’s only been in practice for like 4 years and my doctor has been doing this forever… I like my doctor better.
She calls me back and says I need to be on 72 hour bed rest and then gave me a reason for the bleeding that I didn’t fully believe or understand. Um, okay.
Saturday, more blood. So I call back the lovely on call nurse. She says “it’s only been 24 hours, just rest.”
Sunday, more blood. And, no, it’s not heavy and I wasn’t “filling 1 pad in 1 hour,” but it was blood and it was all day on-and-off and I didn’t like it. And there were cramps and again, I didn’t like it.
I email work to let them know about my bedrest, text all of my first grade team teachers and head back to the sofa. I decide that at 8:29 am (since my doctor’s office opens at 8:30) I’d be on the phone demanding to see my doctor.
Let me tell you about my doctor.
I love her.
She’s been in practice forever. She’s got 4 kids of her own and she’s no dummy.
Now the front desk people who answer the phones? Absolute. Pains in my butt. I can’t stand any of them.
Here’s how this morning went down:
I explain that I’ve been bleeding and would like to come in and see the doctor. I explain that I called the on call nurse two times this weekend, but between the blood and the painful cramps, I want to see my doctor.
“Uhh, I don’t have anything for her today because she’s on call at the hospital aaaaaand it looks like she’s all booked up for the week.”
Me: So what would you like me to do? Lay around and continue bleeding? I’m confused.
“Uhhhh, well I can leave a message for her medical assistant and have her call you back.”
Me: Yeah, you should do that.
And she proceeds to take my information and suddenly the frigging light bulb in her head comes on and she says:
“Um, so, are you pregnant?”
I wanted to jump through the phone and say “yes, you dizzy broad have you heard anything I’ve said?!?”
But, I say yes, I am pregnant 14 weeks and six days. This is my fourth pregnancy with 1 live birth, it’d be great if I could talk to someone.
“Oh, yes, well, I’ll have Mo call you back right away.”
Oh. Em. Eff. Gee.
I do not like stupid people.
Mo (my Dr.’s right hand girl/medical assistant/the shit at her job!) called me right back and she’s all “hey girl, how ya feelin’, so I got these notes that you called twice this weekend… yeah, I’m just gonna send you for an emergency ultrasound… are you still bleeding? You know what, doesn’t matter, let’s take a look in there and see what’s goin’ on.
Yes, that’s my girl.
Ultrasound tech is just as happy as she wants to be at 10 am. Snapping photos away. Looking at the uterine walls, looking at the placenta, measuring the baby’s head, femur, arms, legs and other organs/body parts.
“So, have you gone downtown for a sneak peak yet?” she says.
“Nope, not yet.”
And we have talked about it. There’s this free-standing ultrasound place nearby that will tell you the gender for $80 and I’m kinda impatient so we talked about going, but we haven’t gone yet.
She snaps 8 gazillion more pictures for the doctor, checks the heart rate (152 bpm) and turns on the red/blue lights on the screen.
“Wow, this baby is really busy in here. It won’t stay still.”
“Yep, our daughter moved around a lot in utero as well.”
“So, do you wanna know? I mean, usually they tell you around 20 weeks, but it’s really clear what it is…”
Uh… hell. yes.
So, it’s a baby!
That’s the most important part. Lookin’ good, moving around like a ninja, got a little thumb sucking action and all is well.
My placenta is covering my cervix (aka placenta previa) which caused the bleeding and cramps. We are going to monitor for further bleeding, Doc took me outta the game tomorrow as well and wants me to rest. I have to go back in a few weeks for another ultrasound to see if the placenta has moved.
According to Dr. Google it usually moves on its own and if it doesn’t, you’ll have to have a c-section to avoid delivering the placenta before the baby.
I’m cool with that.
I’m growing a human y’all. 10 fingers and 10 toes.
As long as the Doc doesn’t have to put me on perma-bed rest… as I would die of boredom.
This all started on Friday. My health insurance only gives me 2 ultrasounds unless it’s an emergency and I wouldn’t have been able to see this baby til about 6 months. But because of Friday, I got to see the movements, the left and right side of little baby’s brain, arms legs… oh, and I got a high five!
Five perfect little fingers.
Thanks to Friday.