As of Tuesday, I was 11 weeks pregnant. Don't feel bad if you didn't know. This has been a very different pregnancy from the start and I have held off spreading the news. Last Friday I came home from the gym and found some blood. I went to the doctor that afternoon, had an ultrasound and was told that the fetus had stopped growing and should expect to start miscarrying within the next few days. I was of course sad and disappointed, but have to admit, not totally surprised. I do feel in a way I was prepared for it. The doctor told me I could have a D & C or let nature take its course. I decided to just wait and have it happen naturally.
Tuesday I finally started bleeding. It was heavy, but stopped by noon so I figured everything was normal. Wednesday morning I started bleeding again, heavier this time (as in I would sit on the toilet and the blood would just drain out of me), but by noon it had stopped. I had started to feel light headed when I would stand but didn't think much of it. That evening I started bleeding again. Bryan asked if it was alright if he went to the gym and I said, "Sure". A half hour later the blood was really getting serious (I could hardly get off the toilet) so I hurried and got the kids in bed and laid on the couch trying to get it to slow down. This is where it gets exciting...
Suddenly I felt a whole bunch of pressure down "there". I got up, took a few steps and felt a huge gush. The next thing I knew I was laying on the kitchen floor, shaking. I realized I had passed out and must have hit the side of my head on the way down because it was throbbing and my left eye was starting to swell. I managed to make it to the bathroom. At this point I was pretty freaked out. I stripped from the waist down because blood was everywhere and just sat on the toilet for a minute. Somewhere along the way I had thankfully grabbed my cell phone. I called Bryan, but he didn't answer. I couldn't think clearly enough to scroll through my list of contacts for a neighbors number, so I called my friend Sarah - thank goodness for speed dial, the bad thing is she lives half an hour away. She has since told me that I totally freaked her out with how I sounded. I was having trouble breathing and I remember her saying she was going to call 911 and I said, "No, I will" and hung up. I stood up and passed out again by the front door. Once I woke up, I laid there for a bit trying to think. I made it upstairs, got a new pad, underwear and pants. Went downstairs, found my neighbors number and called her because I couldn't remember if I call actually called 911 or not and I knew I needed help. At that point I once again passed out on the living room floor and woke up when my neighbor was coming through my front door with the police.
Skipping some details, I got my first ride in an ambulance. Bryan had been contacted and met us at the hospital. They did a bunch of tests, but I was still bleeding like crazy. The nurse came in to clean me up a second time, I stood up, took a couple steps and passed out again. Luckily Bryan was right next to me and the doctor just happened to be coming in. They got me back to the table and I woke up wondering why everyone was hovering over me. They checked my blood volume level (can't remember the technical name for it). You aren't supposed to go below 35 and I was at a 26. They wanted to give me a blood tranfusion right then, but my OB came in and told them to hold off. They took me to surgery where I got a D & C and spent the night in the hospital.
The next morning, they checked my blood again and I was down to 21. I couldn't stand up by myself, was totally swollen (I'd had 10 bags of fluid pumped into me by then) and had a tremendous headache. The blood tranfusion was inevitable. Bryan was at home with the kids, my friend Sarah was nice enough to sit with me at the hospital for most of the day. She even made it though the transfusion - what a friend. After they checked my blood again, I was at 21.7 Not much improvement, but enough to get me on my feet and get rid of my headache. I really wanted to go home, I hate hospitals. They told me I could as long as I'm really careful (bedrest for 3 days) and if any of my symptoms come back I immediately head back to the hospital.
So, here I am at home. I have bruises on my shoulders, both sides of my head and a nice rug burn on my left hand. My face, hands and feet are still swollen and I feel like I've been beat up. My sister-in-law, Andrea, was gracious enough to take the kids overnight tonight. I am taking it easy and hoping not to see a hospital again for a very long time.
As I look back, I'm so thankful for all the small miracles and blessings that got me through the past fews days. I am so thankful for my friends who moved mountains to help me. You know, you think you are active and healthy and things like this just don't happen to you. I don't feel quite as invincible anymore...
