We were finally celebrating Ryan's birthday with his mom and step-dad. We went out to dinner to El Gaucho and because my mom was there as well, we decided what better time to start sharing our news. The waiter asked how many glasses to pour for the wine and when I stated, "Just water for me," I immediately felt my mom's eyes burning with wonder on why I would turn down a glass of wine (that just is not typical me). Ryan then (thankfully) decided to share the news and to celebrate the waiters brought me out a glass of their finest sparkling cider. My mom started to cry. We ate an amazing and highly memorable meal.
We also shared the news with my sister that night. We sent her the following picture:
Unfortunately, this did not go over so smoothly because my sister received the picture directly before going on stage to sing for 500+ people. Talk about bad timing. My sister would like to point out that she already knew I was pregnant. She was still elated.
We planned to call Ryan's dad, stepmom, and sister, etc. the following morning. It was so fun to finally be able to tell people!
The next morning I got up extra early to help cook something for my friend's baby shower. I was actually planning on going to two baby showers back to back. Tis the season.
I started my cooking and felt a strong urge to use the restroom. When I looked down the whole toilet bowl was filled with bright red blood. I think my heart stopped. I went into crisis/panic mode. I woke up Ryan and we headed to the ER. I was scared I already miscarried. I cried all of the way to the hospital while simultaneously using my iPhone to continuously update the amount of minutes it would take until we were there.
They checked me in and admitted me immediately. They took a urine sample, a blood sample (I found out I have rh+ blood, apparently a good thing), and did a pelvic exam. The doctor said my uterus felt normal--like I was 8 weeks pregnant. My cervix was closed, also a good sign. I was then wheeled into the ultrasound room. They did a regular ultrasound first and the tech warned us we might not be able to see anything. But immediately our little nugget popped up on the screen. S/he was moving all around, had a healthy sized yolk sac, and a strong beating heart. When s/he moved the heart rate was 150 beats per minute. When s/he sat still it would drop to 120 beats per minute. S/he liked to stay nestled right along my uterine wall--kind of camera shy. It was SO cool. The best part of the morning by far. The tech then did a transvaginal ultrasound as well.
When I was wheeled back into my room the doctor followed us in shortly after to share the results. I was diagnosed with a subchorionic hemorrhage. Basically, she explained that I have a blood blister along my uterine wall. She said that it is small and not currently harming the baby, but it could grow and cause the placenta to detach from the uterine wall completely, which would cause miscarriage. She shared that there is nothing they can really do--it's just a waiting game. If it doesn't get bigger it could heal and go away and I could have a normal pregnancy. She suggested I stay off my feet as much as possible. I am not allowed to exercise, lift anything, or have sex. Lots of lying down and thinking positive. I was then discharged from the hospital.
Staying positive is really hard for me. Not exercising is hard for me. Looking at our cute picture of the baby helps. Cuddling our sweet puppy helps. Eating ice cream helps. Watching trashy tv helps. This will be the reality of my life until further notice and I'm not going to judge myself if it is helping our baby survive.
The first picture of our little bean.
We also shared the news with my sister that night. We sent her the following picture:
Unfortunately, this did not go over so smoothly because my sister received the picture directly before going on stage to sing for 500+ people. Talk about bad timing. My sister would like to point out that she already knew I was pregnant. She was still elated.
We planned to call Ryan's dad, stepmom, and sister, etc. the following morning. It was so fun to finally be able to tell people!
The next morning I got up extra early to help cook something for my friend's baby shower. I was actually planning on going to two baby showers back to back. Tis the season.
I started my cooking and felt a strong urge to use the restroom. When I looked down the whole toilet bowl was filled with bright red blood. I think my heart stopped. I went into crisis/panic mode. I woke up Ryan and we headed to the ER. I was scared I already miscarried. I cried all of the way to the hospital while simultaneously using my iPhone to continuously update the amount of minutes it would take until we were there.
They checked me in and admitted me immediately. They took a urine sample, a blood sample (I found out I have rh+ blood, apparently a good thing), and did a pelvic exam. The doctor said my uterus felt normal--like I was 8 weeks pregnant. My cervix was closed, also a good sign. I was then wheeled into the ultrasound room. They did a regular ultrasound first and the tech warned us we might not be able to see anything. But immediately our little nugget popped up on the screen. S/he was moving all around, had a healthy sized yolk sac, and a strong beating heart. When s/he moved the heart rate was 150 beats per minute. When s/he sat still it would drop to 120 beats per minute. S/he liked to stay nestled right along my uterine wall--kind of camera shy. It was SO cool. The best part of the morning by far. The tech then did a transvaginal ultrasound as well.
When I was wheeled back into my room the doctor followed us in shortly after to share the results. I was diagnosed with a subchorionic hemorrhage. Basically, she explained that I have a blood blister along my uterine wall. She said that it is small and not currently harming the baby, but it could grow and cause the placenta to detach from the uterine wall completely, which would cause miscarriage. She shared that there is nothing they can really do--it's just a waiting game. If it doesn't get bigger it could heal and go away and I could have a normal pregnancy. She suggested I stay off my feet as much as possible. I am not allowed to exercise, lift anything, or have sex. Lots of lying down and thinking positive. I was then discharged from the hospital.
Staying positive is really hard for me. Not exercising is hard for me. Looking at our cute picture of the baby helps. Cuddling our sweet puppy helps. Eating ice cream helps. Watching trashy tv helps. This will be the reality of my life until further notice and I'm not going to judge myself if it is helping our baby survive.
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