Brynlee Marie part 1
We found out very early we were expecting baby number 3. I was about 3 weeks along. And at 4 weeks it was confirmed. :) We were so surprised and excited.
I never really had morning sickness with the first 2 but this time around at 6 weeks I found myself before the Porcelain throne. After vomiting for 48 hrs straight. It was time to go to the hospital. I was dehydrated and in so much pain. I was thinking this is more than morning sickness. They gave me some fenergan. Which dropped my blood pressure so low and so fast I passed out. :/ not fun. I had to pull the emergency cord thingy from in the bathroom. A doctor knocked, "is everything ok?"
I wanted to shout, "no I just pulled that cord to see if it really worked!"
But all I could muster was,"I passed out."
He wheeled me back to my room where I wasn't aloud to get up anymore. Several Iv bags later I was able to go home. I was still sick for about the next 3 weeks. The it subsided. During that time I had lost 12 lbs. But now I'm feeling much better.
The next 2 months are pretty uneventful everything seems to be going great. im 15 weeks Then a Saturday afternoon. I made a white chicken chili to take up to our church for lunch. My husband and several others were doing some gas services. I drove the 15 minutes it takes to get there. This particular car ride my 2 girlies were signing bible songs because they thought we were on our way to church. I turned off the highway. This was our last 5 minutes in the car. I heard something snap and felt like I was peeing my self. For a second I thought, "did I just pee everywhere?" Then it just kept coming and coming and coming. I reach down and my hand is covered in blood! I start hyperventilating. I tried to call Aric. And he didn't pick up then I call my mom (I am now tearing up thinking about this moment) I could barely form words. And I'm hysterical. I finally manage I'm bleeding. This all happened in like 60 seconds! I then hang and try Aric again. Still hysterical I manage to say what I needed and that we had to go to the hospital.
I pull into the church. Aric asks if I want to still drive I said no but there is blood everywhere. Luckily I had 2 towels in the car one to wrap around me and the other on the seat. Against my gut instinct we went to the closet er. (Big mistake)
Aric drives us there and my mom meets us to take the girls. He drops me off at the door and I walk in now calm and rationally. I'm 15 weeks and bleeding heavily. They take me back immediately. As I get in the room Aric is walking in also. I start to undress only to start hysterically crying once again. There was so much blood! I knew I had to be miscarrying. Still hyperventilating they take my blood pressure. It's very low. They told me I have to calm down. I'm literally shaking. But manage to calm down enough to pass a blood pressure test.
They do whatever else they have to do. Dig around and finally found a fetal heart monitor. But before they even tried stated it wasn't very accurate and to not count on hearing the heart. Ok... She trys. We here the babies heart. And she was having a hard time keeping it on the monitor because the baby kept moving. To me that was the best news! But now I'm wondering why I'm bleeding so heavily.
Then the er doctor comes in. (He should be fired) checks my cervix it's closed. Horrible bed side manner. Leans against the window and says I'm miscarrying. What? I just heard my babies heart beat and moving around. Plus my cervix is closed. He then explains that there is no way I could loose that much blood and not be miscarrying. So I get sent home on bed rest until I see my ob on Monday. About 5 papers of "reading material" covering miscarriage, what to expect, and dealing with the grief.
I felt so defeated. The car ride home was awful. I was now in pain. Crampyness
And I was trying to come to terms with my baby dying. 48 hrs of bed rest was awful! But Aric was there every step of the way. He was my rock! I cried so much during those 2 days. And I was mourning the loss of my child.
Then Monday came. Aric took off work to go with me. We go into the room. Explain what happened. Another closed cervix check then they sent me off the ultrasound. I didn't even want to look. Then the tech says, look at your squirming baby! What?! And here's the heart beat. I was elated and so confused. She said the baby looked fine. And that our dr would call with the results. So we went home.
Now the guilt of giving up hope on my baby sunk in. I was so mad at that er doctor for making me believe my baby was dying and there was no hope! I spent 48 hrs mourning the loss of a child who was totally fine! 9:00 rolls around I have a missed phone call and message from my ob. I start freaking out. It can't be good if he's calling after business hrs. I listen. Said the baby is fine and I have a subchoronic hematoma. A what? I google all night. Then call in the morning for a n explanation.
Basically when baby attached to my uterus she pulled away causing the blood vessels to stretch away. Some broke and caused blood to pool and clot. The snap was that blood clot finally rupturing. It crescent mooned half of my uterus. My baby was literally holding on for life. My chances of miscarriage were still higher than normal because I was still bleeding. But we still had a fighting chance. I took it real easy during this pregnancy. I didn't lift the girls which was hard and I sat as much as possible. I ate wonderfully. This to me was my miracle baby. And this to me was one of the hardest moments of my life.
Ill continue with my goal of a natural childbirth later. My girlies are getting restless. And I must snuggle them while I have the chance to.
So for now. To be continued...
My wiggly baby 48 hrs after I was told I was miscarrying.
I never really had morning sickness with the first 2 but this time around at 6 weeks I found myself before the Porcelain throne. After vomiting for 48 hrs straight. It was time to go to the hospital. I was dehydrated and in so much pain. I was thinking this is more than morning sickness. They gave me some fenergan. Which dropped my blood pressure so low and so fast I passed out. :/ not fun. I had to pull the emergency cord thingy from in the bathroom. A doctor knocked, "is everything ok?"
I wanted to shout, "no I just pulled that cord to see if it really worked!"
But all I could muster was,"I passed out."
He wheeled me back to my room where I wasn't aloud to get up anymore. Several Iv bags later I was able to go home. I was still sick for about the next 3 weeks. The it subsided. During that time I had lost 12 lbs. But now I'm feeling much better.
The next 2 months are pretty uneventful everything seems to be going great. im 15 weeks Then a Saturday afternoon. I made a white chicken chili to take up to our church for lunch. My husband and several others were doing some gas services. I drove the 15 minutes it takes to get there. This particular car ride my 2 girlies were signing bible songs because they thought we were on our way to church. I turned off the highway. This was our last 5 minutes in the car. I heard something snap and felt like I was peeing my self. For a second I thought, "did I just pee everywhere?" Then it just kept coming and coming and coming. I reach down and my hand is covered in blood! I start hyperventilating. I tried to call Aric. And he didn't pick up then I call my mom (I am now tearing up thinking about this moment) I could barely form words. And I'm hysterical. I finally manage I'm bleeding. This all happened in like 60 seconds! I then hang and try Aric again. Still hysterical I manage to say what I needed and that we had to go to the hospital.
I pull into the church. Aric asks if I want to still drive I said no but there is blood everywhere. Luckily I had 2 towels in the car one to wrap around me and the other on the seat. Against my gut instinct we went to the closet er. (Big mistake)
Aric drives us there and my mom meets us to take the girls. He drops me off at the door and I walk in now calm and rationally. I'm 15 weeks and bleeding heavily. They take me back immediately. As I get in the room Aric is walking in also. I start to undress only to start hysterically crying once again. There was so much blood! I knew I had to be miscarrying. Still hyperventilating they take my blood pressure. It's very low. They told me I have to calm down. I'm literally shaking. But manage to calm down enough to pass a blood pressure test.
They do whatever else they have to do. Dig around and finally found a fetal heart monitor. But before they even tried stated it wasn't very accurate and to not count on hearing the heart. Ok... She trys. We here the babies heart. And she was having a hard time keeping it on the monitor because the baby kept moving. To me that was the best news! But now I'm wondering why I'm bleeding so heavily.
Then the er doctor comes in. (He should be fired) checks my cervix it's closed. Horrible bed side manner. Leans against the window and says I'm miscarrying. What? I just heard my babies heart beat and moving around. Plus my cervix is closed. He then explains that there is no way I could loose that much blood and not be miscarrying. So I get sent home on bed rest until I see my ob on Monday. About 5 papers of "reading material" covering miscarriage, what to expect, and dealing with the grief.
I felt so defeated. The car ride home was awful. I was now in pain. Crampyness
And I was trying to come to terms with my baby dying. 48 hrs of bed rest was awful! But Aric was there every step of the way. He was my rock! I cried so much during those 2 days. And I was mourning the loss of my child.
Then Monday came. Aric took off work to go with me. We go into the room. Explain what happened. Another closed cervix check then they sent me off the ultrasound. I didn't even want to look. Then the tech says, look at your squirming baby! What?! And here's the heart beat. I was elated and so confused. She said the baby looked fine. And that our dr would call with the results. So we went home.
Now the guilt of giving up hope on my baby sunk in. I was so mad at that er doctor for making me believe my baby was dying and there was no hope! I spent 48 hrs mourning the loss of a child who was totally fine! 9:00 rolls around I have a missed phone call and message from my ob. I start freaking out. It can't be good if he's calling after business hrs. I listen. Said the baby is fine and I have a subchoronic hematoma. A what? I google all night. Then call in the morning for a n explanation.
Basically when baby attached to my uterus she pulled away causing the blood vessels to stretch away. Some broke and caused blood to pool and clot. The snap was that blood clot finally rupturing. It crescent mooned half of my uterus. My baby was literally holding on for life. My chances of miscarriage were still higher than normal because I was still bleeding. But we still had a fighting chance. I took it real easy during this pregnancy. I didn't lift the girls which was hard and I sat as much as possible. I ate wonderfully. This to me was my miracle baby. And this to me was one of the hardest moments of my life.
Ill continue with my goal of a natural childbirth later. My girlies are getting restless. And I must snuggle them while I have the chance to.
So for now. To be continued...
My wiggly baby 48 hrs after I was told I was miscarrying.
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