**DISCLAIMER** This article contains my personal account of the pregnancy complications I recently experienced. Some parts of the article mention bodily fluids and other icky things some people may find too much for them. If you are one of those people, I suggest not reading any further.
The Good News
Nothing says happy new year like finding out you’re expecting! We found out a week before Christmas that we would be adding a new little to our family and we couldn’t be more excited and surprised at the same time. It was wonderful letting our family know and everyone was ecstatic to receive such happy news on Christmas. Being in the Navy, we have to see a clinic on base to confirm the pregnancy and then we are outsourced through our insurance to a OBGYN out in town. I guessed I was maybe about 7-8 weeks pregnant when we found out, but wasn’t able to see a doctor till I got the approval from my insurance in the mail.
The Bad News
Everything was going great till one evening when I awake from a nap on Jan 3. After sitting comfortably in an arm chair we have, I suddenly felt a giant rush of liquid come out of me! I quickly got up and ran to the bathroom to find my jeans and undies totally covered in bright red blood. Seeing all that blood made my heart feel like it was sinking into the floor. My automatic thought was, “I’m loosing the baby”. I screamed out to my husband to come into the bathroom and when he saw me covered in blood and it leaking all over the floor, he quickly made plans for our other kids to go to a friends house and we rushed to the ER. Being a tampon girl I had NO pads, so I stuffed half a roll of toilet paper in my undies hoping it would keep me from leaking through the PJ pants I had on.
The Worst ER Visit
I have to say, I’ve made quite a number of visits to different ER’s since becoming a mom, mostly not for myself. But this was by FAR the WORST ER experience I have ever had. Once we got there, I ran in and told the desk clerks that I was pregnant and gushing blood. They looked at me blankly and asked how far along I was. Unfortunately, I hadn’t seen a doctor yet so I didn’t know and guessed saying 8 weeks. They told me they don’t admit patients to the women’s center till after 14 weeks and pointed to the pile of forms that I had to fill out to be seen. After filling mine out I had to wait to for the triage nurse to come out and collect the forms and then wait to be called and be seen.
While waiting I noticed my makeshift pad wasn’t cutting it and I started seriously leaking all over. My husband asked the desk clerks for something since I was about to bleed all over the chair and they said I had to wait for the nurse. After a 45 min wait the nurse came out and gave me what looked like a giant puppy pad and left. Well now I had something to sit on that I was able to bleed all over. Didn’t make me feel much better but it was better then letting my bodily fluids leak all over the floor.
Needless to say after 6 and 1/2 hours waiting to be seen we finally got called back. ( Yes, SIX AND A HALF HOURS!!) By this time I had been going to the bathroom every 10 min to try and stop the blood from getting all over me. I was finally given a giant pad and had my blood taken to check my hormone levels. Basically they wanted to see if I was still pregnant, since I had signs of a miscarriage. The test came back positive but I needed an ultra sound which meant I’d have to wait ANOTHER 4 hrs to get one. With it now being 2AM, we opted to leave and come back in the morning since we had to get our kids. Not to mention the doctor said there was nothing he could do till the ultra sound anyways.
The Ultra Sound
Waiting in that ER again the next morning for the ultra sound was like chewing glass. I was horrified with what they may tell me. The baby was dying, I was dying, my girly parts were heavily malfunctioning and causing both of us to die, where all things that were flying through my mind. Finally I got called back to find out.
The ultra sound revealed that I had a healthy looking, viable 8 week and 6 day old fetus in my belly. The baby had a strong heart beat and looked fine. But the bad part was that I had suffered a subchroionic hemorrhage. Although what exactly this was wasn’t explained to me till about a month later, it basically means that where the placenta was attached to my uteran wall was separating. So the placenta was only partially attached to my uterus and I was bleeding in the area in between my uterus and placenta. This put me at a much higher rate for miscarriage, called a threatened miscarriage.
Hearing all this I was baffled. Granted I was VERY happy to hear the baby looked good, but I had gone through two totally healthy pregnancies without any issues and now hearing I may loose this baby, had my mind going everywhere. I can’t imagine what it’s like for woman who go through this at a later stage in pregnancy. Trying to make myself feel better I thought, well if God wills me to loose this child, at least it’s happening early and not later. Although loosing a child at any stage is NEVER something any woman wants to go through.
After knowing the cause of the bleeding I was put on bed rest as that was the only thing they could do for me. If I was going to have a miscarriage there was nothing they could do to stop it and I was just to go on living and hoping the bleeding heals. Granted, this was exactly what I wanted to hear, but it wasn’t like they could tell me I could take a pill and it would go away. At least I had an answer and I was willing to do anything to save my baby and get my uterus healthy again.
When a mom hears the words BED REST, a vision of being waited on and sleeping all day automatically dances through her head. Unfortunately the reality of it is more like, constant board-om since you can’t move around, your kids going crazy and you can do nothing about it, your husband is getting crabbier by the minute and sleeping at all is just as hard as it was before. I was on complete bed rest for 3 weeks. Luckily my mom came out to help me with my kids which was a massive help and my bleeding did slow way down. I took almost 2.5 months off from blogging and the internet to keep my stress level low and I also think that helped a lot.
Finally I got to see a doctor on Jan 28. After so long on bed rest I was really hoping that the ultra sound they were going to do would tell me the risk was gone. I was told my hemorrhage was getting better but until I totally stop bleeding it won’t be totally healed. I felt like I had been stabbed in the heart. Every time I went to the bathroom and saw blood I feared for my baby’s life. Hearing that it wasn’t gone or as better as I had hoped made me feel like a failure and I wanted to know WHY my body wasn’t healing.
Although I didn’t get the news I wanted, I finally was able to see my baby. The ultra sound tech at the ER wouldn’t let me see the images they took, so getting to see the little life I was praying and fighting so hard for finally was a massive weight off my shoulders. The little bean couldn’t have looked more perfect.
Day By Day
I’ve since had 2 more ultra sounds and they have told me that the hemorrhage is looking better but isn’t totally gone, however my placenta has settled. This means that it’s now properly attached to my uterus and the baby continues to get stronger every day. I know the complication I’ve had is very small compared to those of other women and those who have lost a child. My heart and soul goes out to those parents who have suffered a loss or heavy complications during pregnancy.
I’m incredibly thankful that my situation is on the up hill and I hope that anyone else who is suffering from a subchorionic hemorrhage knows that there is now NO scientific proof that says having the complication WILL lead to a higher miscarriage rate. After talking to 5 different doctors and doing loads of research I’ve since found this out. Although it doesn’t take away the gravity of the situation, it is a small glimmer of hope for those who end up with a scare like I did.
I’m now about to start my 15th week of pregnancy and even though I’m still experiencing blood every now and then, my hopes and spirits are high. I can’t wait to meet my little fighter.