Sunday, July 25, 2010

9 weeks is too short

It's been a rough week here.  
I've been very nervous about having to wait another two weeks to see my doctor, so I called around to different offices in the area, and was able to set up an appointment to see a new doctor this Wednesday.  I was supposed to see his nurse that day, and then set up an appointment to come back in for my pelvic and ultrasound in a week.
Well, Thursday I started spotting.  Nothing bad, nothing overly heavy, it was just there.  I went through the same thing with Charlee, so I wasn't so concerned.  If I was up too much, it would get a little worse, and I would start aching, so I stayed off my feet.
Friday we took Charlee down to visit family and asked my parents to keep her until I could see my OB to make sure things were okay.  I've been off my feet absolutely as much as possible, and John has been AMAZING.  I'm eternally thankful for finding such a man that loves me and would do anything to take care of me and our kids (even when they're not in his arms yet!)
Yesterday I got to take my first belly picture.  So exciting...I kept pictures of my growing tummy from Charlee's pregnancy, and I've always planned to do it this time around too.
Then last night before bed, I started cramping VERY hard.  It would take my breath away and bring tears to my eyes.  It wasn't a constant cramping, it would just hit every few minutes, almost like a bad contraction.  I went to the restroom and I was bleeding.  I spent the night curled up with John BAWLING.
Another miscarriage?  I don't know if I'm strong enough to handle it.  Thank God I have my husband and my Charlee to hold me up!

I called my OB this morning when I got up and was still bleeding.  I had to call the answering service, because OBVIOUSLY, the office isn't opened on a Sunday.  I was amazed when it was MY doctor who called me back.  He was VERY nice.  I've never spoken to him before, but he was very caring and concerned. 
 With my last OB, he was the only doctor in his office and I still hardly EVER got to talk to him if I called the after hours care, it was just whoever was on call in the OB ward that day at the hospital... He was very nice, and when he said that it might be a miscarriage he was explaining that at least, if that's what it is, that I shouldn't have to have a D&C or have any complications from it. He told me to take it easy and to think happy thoughts...suggested I make sure John could come with me tomorrow, so if I was losing it, I would have support, and if it was just a bleed, then John could be there to see the baby for the first time. He was very nice...asked if I needed to talk to him or if I had someone I could call to come be with me for support.
So, I'm stretched out in the recliner, rubbing my belly, and praying to God that he doesn't take this baby too.  Please keep us in your prayers!!

1 comment:

  1. I'm not sure God takes our babies...but he is there to take care of them and welcome them into Heaven. If he does take them, please know it is not just because he can or because he feels like it. God doesn't work like that...he is a loving God...if he does call babies to Heaven it is because he knows they have something wrong with them that would make life extremely difficult or impossible. Things like this are just hard to understand and don't seem fair...because this earthly life is not is full of struggles and heartache. Our perfect of pain and sorrow...awaits us in Heaven...and we will see our babies one day!



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