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sexyscholarLast Thursday, I'd had a pretty good day, all things considered. I felt good, I wasn't really tired, I was in a good mood most of the day. Then, around 10:00 that night, after ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mightyafrodite dropped me off at home, and I'd kissed the kids goodnight, I went to the bathroom to find out that I was bleeding. Not spotting, but bleeding. Not only was I bleeding, but I passed a ginormous clot. At least, it was ginormous to me. It was the size of a small egg.
Naturally, I was scared out of my fracking skull.
I called U of M Triage, and they asked me a couple of questions about what I was experiencing. Um. I'm BLEEDING AND I PASSED A HUGE &*($)#! CLOT!
They said they would have a nurse call me right back. Ok.
*waitwaitwait*
*not getting a response soon enough*
*calls back* "Um, I called just a few minutes ago, the nurse was supposed to call me backandshedidn'tandIneedtotalktosomeonesotheycancalmmedownPLEASE!"
Basically, they ask me how heavy is the bleeding, what color it is, if I'm having any cramping, etc. The bleeding was heavy enough for me to panic, but I was having no cramping. They tell me to keep check on it, and if I start cramping, or soak thru a pad in less than an hour, get my assto Mars to the emergency room.
So I keep check, and I wait, and I'm still panicking. Sofmh suggests that we just go to the ER to confirm that everything is okay. Otherwise, I wouldn't get any sleep.
Go to the ER, they run all sorts of tests. They do two different ultrasounds, and they confirm that the baby is indeed alive and blobbing. (That's about what it looks like right now. A blobby thing.) We even get to hear the heartbeat. It sounds like a washing machine...
...this is the most wonderful sound in a world, y0.
fmh is wonderful. He does his best to keep me calm thru the whole ordeal. He makes me laugh, which really is the best medicine for me. He played cool, calm and collected, but I'm sure he was worried too. Though he's been a father twice over, it doesn't make moments like this any easier. I loveth him.
They tell me to call my OB in the morning to see if I can get an appointment any sooner than the 28th (my original first prenatal visit). Rescheduled it for Monday (yesterday). The whole thing is diagnosed as a "threatened abortion."
*worries*
At my appointment yesterday, we go thru the tests again. They also do another ultrasound as well as a pelvic exam and determine that everything looks good. They are able to pinpoint the source of the bleeding -- they called it "implantation bleeding." Apparently, this happens when the placenta is attaching itself to the uterus. It's normal, they tell me.
*sigh of relief*
So, I had a scare, but both me and the baby are well. My next prenatal visit is April 4th, with my First Trimester Screening on April 5th.
Busy days ahead, I'd wager.
mightyafrodite dropped me off at home, and I'd kissed the kids goodnight, I went to the bathroom to find out that I was bleeding. Not spotting, but bleeding. Not only was I bleeding, but I passed a ginormous clot. At least, it was ginormous to me. It was the size of a small egg.Naturally, I was scared out of my fracking skull.
I called U of M Triage, and they asked me a couple of questions about what I was experiencing. Um. I'm BLEEDING AND I PASSED A HUGE &*($)#! CLOT!
They said they would have a nurse call me right back. Ok.
*waitwaitwait*
*not getting a response soon enough*
*calls back* "Um, I called just a few minutes ago, the nurse was supposed to call me backandshedidn'tandIneedtotalktosomeonesotheycancalmmedownPLEASE!"
Basically, they ask me how heavy is the bleeding, what color it is, if I'm having any cramping, etc. The bleeding was heavy enough for me to panic, but I was having no cramping. They tell me to keep check on it, and if I start cramping, or soak thru a pad in less than an hour, get my ass
So I keep check, and I wait, and I'm still panicking. So
fmh suggests that we just go to the ER to confirm that everything is okay. Otherwise, I wouldn't get any sleep.Go to the ER, they run all sorts of tests. They do two different ultrasounds, and they confirm that the baby is indeed alive and blobbing. (That's about what it looks like right now. A blobby thing.) We even get to hear the heartbeat. It sounds like a washing machine...
...this is the most wonderful sound in a world, y0.
fmh is wonderful. He does his best to keep me calm thru the whole ordeal. He makes me laugh, which really is the best medicine for me. He played cool, calm and collected, but I'm sure he was worried too. Though he's been a father twice over, it doesn't make moments like this any easier. I loveth him.They tell me to call my OB in the morning to see if I can get an appointment any sooner than the 28th (my original first prenatal visit). Rescheduled it for Monday (yesterday). The whole thing is diagnosed as a "threatened abortion."
*worries*
At my appointment yesterday, we go thru the tests again. They also do another ultrasound as well as a pelvic exam and determine that everything looks good. They are able to pinpoint the source of the bleeding -- they called it "implantation bleeding." Apparently, this happens when the placenta is attaching itself to the uterus. It's normal, they tell me.
*sigh of relief*
So, I had a scare, but both me and the baby are well. My next prenatal visit is April 4th, with my First Trimester Screening on April 5th.
Busy days ahead, I'd wager.
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Date: 2005-03-08 03:33 pm (UTC)Is your doctor a speculum-warmer? You and the speculum are going to get to be very, very good friends over the next few months. :)
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Date: 2005-03-08 04:00 pm (UTC)Yes, the doctor is a speculum-warmer. Thank goodness. :)
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Date: 2005-03-08 03:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-08 04:05 pm (UTC)Don't EVAR do that to me (or yourself, for that matter) again. Christ.
*hugs* for everything being OK (and hope it stays that way!)
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Date: 2005-03-08 04:25 pm (UTC)Bwahahaha! You should be a part of the [i]Total Recall[/i] musical a friend of mine and I want to write. "Get Your Ass To Mars" is totally one of the songs!
And glad everything turned out all right. :)
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Date: 2005-03-08 04:46 pm (UTC)i'm so sorry that you had to go through that, mona. i can't imagine how scared you must've been.
best wishes for you and the baby. and the bf ;)
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Date: 2005-03-08 04:55 pm (UTC)I'm sorry you had such a scary experience!
*mojo*
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Date: 2005-03-08 06:08 pm (UTC)I'm glad everything's ok. I can't imagine what that must have been like!
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Date: 2005-03-08 07:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-08 10:27 pm (UTC)Don't do that anymore, ok?
Glad everything's ok *hugs*
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Date: 2005-03-09 03:18 am (UTC)