The last two and a half days have been… very interesting, to say the least. And to warn ya now, there’s going to probably be instances of “tmi” in this post so if you don’t like it, head out. :) But I’ve had to go through this story so many times that it just sort of loses it’s “tmi” factor. And since people continue to ask questions, I guess I can just get it all written up here.

When I was pregnant with Elijah I didn’t really have any problems. Towards the end, I had high blood pressure, yes, and that led to my being induced 3 and a half weeks before my due date but that really wasn’t a big deal yet because it wasn’t to that omg point. But, as they say, every pregnancy is different!

Monday night I was minding my own business, actually feeling pretty darn great and had just put E to bed when I had this gush of blood that was followed by more blood and a dang huge clot. I woke Steve up and we started getting ready to go to the emergency room. My mother-in-law and Sarah came over (though Elijah never even knew we’d left). It was about 11pm by the time we got to the emergency room and were seated in the waiting room. (We didn’t go to our local one but a half an hour north at the same hospital my doctor is at.)

It was all mostly a bunch of waiting (of course) and it was nearly 3:30am before we left. In that time they took all my vitals and asked us a bazillion questions. They took blood from me… twice… and found the baby’s heartbeat with the doppler, it was 166 bpm, which is perfect. My blood came back perfect, too. They did an exam… fine. So the blood? No one knew. I left with instructions to call my doctor in the morning and get in there and have more blood taken so they could see if the levels were changing or not.

We got home about 4am which is only about 45 minutes before Steve would be starting to get up for work. So he missed work. I know he wasn’t happy about that but what can you do? I kept apologizing (I could see how tired he was while in the ER) and he kept saying it wasn’t my fault. I know he wouldn’t have let me go to the ER without him but I still felt a bit guilty keeping him up like that and having him miss work. They’re already down to working 4 days a week (which is better than being laid off completely of course) so another day is just not a good thing. Not to mention, all Tuesday, though he slept really late, he never did feel back to himself, but like he didn’t recover from being up all that time until Wednesday.

I called the doctor as soon as I could on Tuesday and they scheduled me to come in at 5:30. Seems a bit uncaring to have me wait all day but then again the ER doctor had said something about 24 hours later and that wasn’t quite 24 hours and that practice is very busy and was squeezing me in. We met my parents after they worked and they took Elijah to eat and such while we went to the doctor. I saw the nurse practitioner who also found the heartbeat and it was good. So she decided not to send me for more blood at the time but instead they added me to the long list of people getting ultrasounds that night. Apparently those are done Tuesday night or Thursday morning. I’m glad they got me in then, instead of Thursday morning so Steve could be there.

The ultrasound lady said she couldn’t find anything wrong. The placenta isn’t covering the opening of the uterus (which is something one of my friends had), there’s plenty of fluid, she didn’t find any clots or cysts, etc. And we got a nice photo:

Ultrasound 1-13-09

So I’ve been on bed rest since Monday night. Thank goodness for wi-fi and laptops! I’ve been in bed at night and on the couch all day. I hate this couch. I have this couch. I hate this couch. It’s so uncomfortable.

Elijah’s having a hard time dealing, though. He doesn’t understand why I’m not supposed to be getting up and doing all the things he wants me to do.

But thankfully we have some good friends who’ve been very nice, bringing food, coming over to help, praying for me, etc. :)

That’s the gist of it though. I have a regular appointment tomorrow with the doctor, so we’ll see what he says… (by the way I think the bleeding is finally ending…)