Two weeks ago, I was going about my morning. Drinking some tea, looking online, chatting on Facebook. I noticed that I started to get these little "stars" in the corner of my right eye. This didn't really scare me because I have a history of migraine headaches, and they often start with this symptom. Sometimes the eye floaters increase, and as they go away the headache sets in. After about 30 minutes, they were gradually getting so bad I couldn't really see out of one eye, but the headache wasn't coming on, so I thought I was ok. Maybe I just needed a little protein, get some food in my stomach. But then I went to the bathroom, and out of the one good eye I still had left, I saw blood.
This completely panicked me. I called my doctor immediately, who told me to go to the main hospital here, and go straight to the Delivery ward. As I somehow managed to let Brian know what was going on and call myself a cab, the eye floaters started to subside. I let myself sob for a few minutes, thinking about the babies before this one, thinking "No, no, no!" in my head. Then I got my butt downstairs to meet the cab and pick Brian up on the way to the hospital.
When we got to Delivery, I was pretty much immediately taken into an exam room, my blood pressure and urine checked which were fine. When I went to do the urine sample, I noticed that the bleeding was starting to slow down, which made me feel a little bit better. Then I was hooked up to a fetal monitor
Hearing that heartbeat calmed me down considerably, but it ended up being the sound that broke poor Brian. He had held it together for me so well up until this point, but when he heard that the baby was still ok, he just lost it a little bit.
More doctors were called in, and Brian got to witness a pelvic exam (sorry, babe). As the doctor and a group of residents peered into me (gotta love a teaching hospital), I was more relieved to find out my cervix had not opened, or if it had, it was closed now. Still no real reason for the bleeding. Next step would be an ultrasound.
The scan didn't answer any more questions for me. The placenta was fine, the baby was fine, and growing in relation to how many weeks along I was (26). The technician apologized that the baby was facing my back, so we couldn't get a look at his face. I didn't even care about that, we haven't been able to get a clear head shot yet in the pregnancy. All I cared was that he was ok.
Back to a delivery room and proceeded to endure a group of nurses who tried five different veins before shoving an IV into one that worked. Then I was hooked up to a monitor for an hour, the baby's heartbeat and contractions closely watched. Then off the monitor for an hour. Then back on the monitor for an hour. Luckily, everything was fine. The bleeding had stopped.
I was transferred to a maternity ward to stay overnight for observation. This was Tuesday night. I was not released until Friday morning. I had a few more spotting incidents after that, which led to me getting an additional night until I could go 24 hours without any bleeding. Then my doctor forgot to come sign me out and I stayed another night.
In the end, there hasn't been any concrete reason as to why it all happened. My doctor thinks that because of a cervical biopsy and surgery I had twenty years ago, it is possible that my cervix was shortened, and is now deemed weakened or incompetent (lovely). Twenty years and three miscarriages and I haven't heard that one, but he could be right. Because of this incident, I am now considered high risk for preterm labor. If anything like this happens again, I will have to go in for steroid treatments to speed up the baby's development, and prepare for an early birth.
At twenty six weeks, this is the last thing I was thinking about. I had only begun to feel him kicking, which reassured me immensely and had finally allowed me to start enjoying the pregnancy. Now with this, all I could think was that it was too early for him to be born.
So now it's two weeks later. I haven't had any further occurrences, no other issues. I have hit the 28 week mark (third trimester!) which makes me feel a lot better. I am not on bed rest, but sort of a modified version where I need to take it easy, not walk the dog, not ride the bus, no heavy lifting, among other restrictions (cough). The first few days were tough, I was literally just trying to make it from bathroom break to bathroom break. Now I am calmer, a little more accepting of everything, and just trying to make it week to week.
Obviously, this has kicked our baby preparation into gear a little sooner than planned. I am now putting together a hospital bag, gathering family members' numbers, getting snacks and cash to have on hand, always making sure my phone, iPod and iPad are charged, stroller shopping. Signing up for parent classes, contacting the US Embassy, starting to look for a new apartment. I know most pregnancies don't go as planned, but it's hard not to feel rushed, and a little disappointed that I haven't gotten to have the pre-baby experience of picking things out and carefully planning a nursery. I know that stuff isn't really important when they are this young, and I will MORE than make up for it when he is older. But now my priority is just having him, and hoping he's healthy.
I have had a request for pictures of the bump, but will have to take some more current pictures this weekend. I'm definitely bigger than these photos, taken a week or two before I went into the hospital:
So, everyone keep your fingers crossed for me!