I remember going to
bed after a long day and being so excited to get to sleep. After what
seemed like only 10 minutes later I woke up in a panic I felt like I had peed
in our bed. All I could think was Chad is going to kill me!! When we finally
turned the light on an even bigger panic began it was not pee but blood. I
don't think that up to this point in my life I had ever been so scared. We
quickly had a complete freak out moment but then jumped into action. I had
started having some cramps (which only made me think about the worst possible
outcome even more) so Chad helped me clean myself up and get dressed. We got in
the car and started making our way to Summerlin Hospital. The whole ride
there we just held hands and cried. It was such a raw and helpless
feeling that we didn't even know what to say to each other. Once arriving
and checking in we waited about an hour before we were taken back. In the
moment we felt so weak but looking back I think of it as one of the points
where we were the strongest. I love my husband for holding my hand and telling
me I was doing a great job. After being hooked up to the machines and an IV,
the ultrasound tech came to wheel me away. Leaving Chad there was
horrible!!! While I lied there in complete silence as she looked at her screen,
my mind kept racing and I finally asked "Is everything okay?" to
which she answered "I cannot say anything about what I see". So I
just laid back and waited for it to be over. After she took me back to my
room Chad looked at me and wanted answers, all I could tell him was that she
didn't tell me anything. The doctor came in a few minutes later and said
that everything with the baby was okay. I didn't hear nor did I care
about anything else he had to say OUR BABY WAS okay and that’s all that
mattered. We went home and slept. I was on bed rest till Friday when I
saw my OBGYN and he placed me on modified bed rest for two more weeks.
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