May 01, 2010
This morning was like any other morning here at our house... I got up, made breakfast, and drank my tea (decaff of course). I got up to go to the bathroom and when I did, I noticed blood in my underwear. I'm 18 weeks pregnant. Then there was even more blood when I wiped, and when I stood up and looked in the toilet... even more. I gasped upon seeing it, and then stayed calm as I didn't know what to think of it. It reminded me of the time I had the exact same thing happen with my last pregnancy... the one I lost. I went and Googled "bleeding in second trimester" and of course the results were unclear, it could be normal, or it could be a sign of something more serious. I was scared, but for some weird reason, I didn't call my doctor.
An hour later I had to pee again, and to no surprise, the blood was still there, but there was more than the first time. I quickly grabbed my phone and called my doctor's cell phone. He didn't answer. So I called the ER and was told that if I thought I needed to come in, to do so (they're never much help over the phone). I started crying and my husband then came in and I told him what was going on. He jumped in the shower and got ready to go. Then I did the same and we were out the door. We dropped our daughter off at my moms and headed to the ER.
They ran a number of tests, and I continued to worry about the baby. They finally put a doppler on my tummy and we heard the baby's heart beat... it was good and strong. Thank goodness!! My cramping started getting worse and worse... in the end, it turns out, I had an infection. A common infection that pregnant women get and can cause cramping and bleeding. I'm now required to rest and just take easy. I was so afraid of losing the baby, or that something was wrong... and now I can only be thankful that my baby boy is ok.
Now, however, I feel sad. I feel a bit worthless, or something. Not being able to pick my daughter up, not being able to do much of anything. My job as a fitness instructor is hanging in the balance, and I don't know what's going to happen. Not to mention, the fact that I recently heard that my doctor, the doctor I have come to love as a doctor and as a person... is moving!! I think it's my hormones, but I want to cry about it! I can only hope he sticks around until the baby is born, I would hate for anyone else to do it!! But... I am still very happy that the baby is ok, I don't know how I'd handle it if he wasn't.