I was one day shy of 6 weeks along when I had a bleeding episode. It was a Friday afternoon and also happened to be my son's third birthday. It was more than light pink spotting, it was full on dark red, menstrual looking blood. Scary blood. My heart sank because I immediately feared the worst. I wanted to get pregnant so badly but how cruel to get pregnant and have this happen. Even worse, to have this happen today and scar my son's birthday for all future anniversaries. I pleaded with God.
My husband was on his way home and when he arrived 30 minutes later, I was still having some bleeding. I had called my RE and they wanted to see me ASAP. I went to the office by myself because my husband had to watch our son (children are not allowed). I was crying and praying the whole way there and as I waited in the office for nearly an hour! There were other appointments to be seen and it was 4pm on a Friday in a fertility office (some may know that as a prime time). The sweet nurses let me sit in a private room and several came by to encourage and hug me.
I finally had my blood drawn and was sent to the ultrasound room. A different physician came in with my regular nurse. I explained to him what happened and this would also be my first ultrasound. To all our relief, we saw the baby, heard the heartbeat, and didn't see any major tears in my uterus. I had a few more spotting incidents over the next two weeks but nothing like that particular day. I never really knew what caused it. Either way, like most pregnant women I am still slightly worried every time I use the restroom.
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