A lot of people have been asking me what exactly happened and I did not want to post all the details on Facebook so, I thought this was a good way to share. There are some personal details in here so if you do not want to know the details...now is a great time to stop reading. :) Baby and I are doing well but it was a scare!
Thursday I had a massage. Hips had been killing - sciatic type pain in both sides. Baby was very calm the rest of the day Thursday. I was not concerned, just thought that he was relaxed after the massage.
Wednesday morning he was still calm but I was still not worried, just being aware. Went to "tee tee" about 10ish on Wednesday morning and I was bleeding. Not spotting but bleeding. I immediatly called Mike and told him we had to go in and I would meet him at hospital. Called my friend and neighbor Ann to get her to watch Sullivan and well this is our conversation:
Ann:(in a happy cheerful voice) Good morning!
Me: Ann, I need you. Im bleeding, a lot.
Ann: I willl be there to get you in 5 minutes.
Me: I can drive, will you keep Sullivan?
Ann: You are not driving, I am taking you and I will take care of Sullivan.
There was no arguing with her, so I threw on clothes and met her out front. :)
Traffic was horrible and although I was panicking, I was keeping it together, at first.
She was a little panicky too but was so good about trying to get me there and fast and was just wonderful!
She decided to get Mike to meet us at the ER and get me a wheelchair to get to 4th floor L&D. When I saw Mike and the fear on his face, I lost it. I was terrified. I got out the car and in wheelchair crying and I guess it shook Sullivan up. He got upset and then started throwing up in Ann's van. (I did not know this until later) She was so wonderful with him. Took him home cleaned him up, found him clothes to wear and loved him!
Anyway, Mike zoomed me through the hallways getting me to L&D and they took me straight back. She asked me to undress form the waist down and with out waiting I immediately starting to strip all my clothes off. I just wanted to know what was wrong and I was panicking. After the nurse nicely helped me put my shirt back on (we belly laughed about this later) she hooked me up to the belly bands and started looking for little man's heart beat. It took her a minute which felt like forever but she found it and we all breathed a sigh of relief! It sounded so perfect!
About an our later Dr Anderson came in the check me out. The bleeding has stopped for the most part and I felt like all was OK. When they did the exam my cervix bled a lot. Mike said you could see the concern on the doctors face. She even called in another doc to check it out. They did a bunch of tests and an ultrasound and all looked just fine but they could not figure out why I was bleeding. Their fear was that my placenta was trying to detach from the uterine wall. This could not only be fatal for the baby but for me so they decided to keep me for a 23:59 which means I am kept for observation not admitted.(Once you are there for 24 hours you have to be admitted.) So they put me in a room, a gown, hooked up a port for an IV, put on belly bands and told me to relax. Easier said than done. I was in a foul mood. I was terribly uncomfortable, scared, my hips were killing me, my baby boy was at a friends house and although having fun I knew he was a little worried and my husband had to go back to work. I was irritable to say the least. I couldn't relax!
Mike and Sullivan brought me dinner and came to visit that night. Sullivan did not want anything to do with me. The 6 o clock docs said that I needed to go ahead and stay through the night. I just wanted to be told everything was OK and go home. I couldn't sleep, from worry, and miserable sleeping situation that I maybe slept 2 half hour increments. I was starving and did not have a snack in sight. I finally read myself to sleep at about 1:15 ish and at 1:45 the doctor on staff comes running in with a nurse because the baby's heart rate had dropped into the 80's and didn't pop right back up. He scared me to death. I was supposed to be able to leave that next morning but with this news he wanted to keep me 12 hours from the time of the decel in HR. So they admitted me. I surely could not sleep now.
The next morning my sweet neighbor Ann kept Sullivan again because Mike had to go to work again. (ridiculous, I know) Although I feel perfectly safe with him at her house, I also know that 2 days with an extra kid can be tough. She was so good to him! I watched the monitor like a hawk and did anything possible to pass time. I was so alone. I wanted my mom to come up but I kept thinking I was going home. The food was disgusting. I mean terrible. Made me gag just smelling it but I had to eat to keep my blood sugars from dropping. So I gagged it down, well some of it. That morning at about 10:45 baby had another decel in HR. So, another 12 hours. The anesthesiologist came in the talk to me and prep me for a possible c-section. He checked my mouth for a breathing tube if necessary. He left, I cried. The doc on duty came in to talk to me and explained to me that these decels can be normal in a 28 week baby but once they see them they need to monitor them. I asked her what happens if they keep up??? She said that she did not think they would and talked to me about all the possibilities. She did not think that delivery was going to be what happened but she wanted me prepared just in case. The fear with this is that the HR may not come back up. If it didn't return to normal then we would be doing an emergency C-section. She had seen it happen. She called in the pediatrician to prepare me for a preemie. That was a hard conversation. Well, I didn't talk, just listened. The good news is that a baby born at 28 weeks has a 96% chance of survival an a 94% chance of survival with out any major problems. It was a lot of scary stuff to hear but she assured me that my doctor did not think I would be delivering soon. They knew I was anxious.
Mike and Sullivan came to see me that night and brought me dinner and we hung out a while. Sullivan finally got up in the bed and gave me some much needed love. I think that Ann and Samantha helped him to know I was OK. However when he got in the car to leave he told his daddy that he did not want to leave me up there. Made me so sad. At 2 am, the doctor came in and woke me up(grrr) to tell me that we got 12 hours with out any decels and I was being moved to the nursing ward. Yeah baby Curti!!! I packed all my stuff, put on a robe and was wheeled to another room. To my dismay, I had a roommate. However, I got a prize for being a patient! A super cool cup with a big straw, full of ice(Sonic) and water and some toiletries. (do you feel the sarcasm) All I wanted to do was sleep. And let me tell you, this bed was cozy! I got to sleep from 2:30 until 4 am when they came to run tests and then from 4:30 until 6am when a resident came in to check on me and then I was up after that for breakfast, blood sugars, doctors etc... Dr Anderson (my very favorite doctor ever) came in about 7 and informed me that as soon as they did a NST and it looked OK, I was free to go home. Mike was at work and Sullivan was at my sweet friend Barbara's house. My not so wonderful nurse started the NST and little guy would not cooperate. He wanted to kick the monitor off. He is either going to have temper or be an athlete. :) We are hoping for an athlete. :) And after over an our of trying to get a 20 minute test they decide to do another ultrasound because of "something on the NST". I called Mike in a panic and he rushed from work to be there. My wonderful Dr Anderson gets to my room and is kind of shocked that I am worried. Thanks not so wonderful nurse for scaring me. She checked the fluid, told me congrats and to go home. Doctors orders: No bed rest. No sex. No stress.
So....Mike and I went home and I crashed and slept until almost 5pm. when he got home with Sully. He was so happy I was home. It was such a relief to be home and although I was a little nervous of what could happen, I was relieved to be home. All has been fine since and baby Mason (we think that is his name) is kicking around lots! I love feeling him move and counting down the weeks until we can meet him. So that is my story, just a scary 3 days but in the end, I just have a friable cervix and a 28 week old baby in my tummy. No biggie.... I am thankful that they took good care of me instead of dismissing me if there was actually a problem and all the doctors and nurses were fantastic (minus 1 nurse and she was not terrible, just time to retire).
I will be 29 weeks tomorrow and well with each kick and week that passes I know that our chances of a healthy baby are better and better so....my plan is to not stress and to just enjoy being pregnant but take it easy. After all, this is most likely my last pregnancy and well, I do not want this little guy to have a rough start at life. I want to give him the best start possible. Have I ever told you that I love being a mom? No matter how stressful some days! I can't wait to meet this little guy and his smell, his cuddles and the cute noises he will make will make me forget these long 3 days!!!!
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