I figured I better inform everyone of what's going on. I have been dealing with a very difficult pregnancy. It's had its up and downs since I was 6 weeks along.
I found out I was pregnant on November 22, 2013. I had been feeling very strange and off. I woke up one morning at 3am and decided I would take a pregnancy test. I have taken a few in the past but they always turned out to be negative so that was what I was expecting. Nope, it was positive. Faint, but positive.
Most people are overjoyed with this information but I started to cry. Not tears of happiness, but tears of fear. It was real. I was really pregnant. There was no turning back. I know, selfish right!?
I didn't want to wake Mike so I tried to compose myself and then headed back to bed. As soon as I got back into bed I started to cry again. Mike woke up and immediately asked what was wrong. It took a second but I told him that I was pregnant. He was so excited. It helped ease my fear a little. He asked me why I was crying and we talked for about an hour. He seriously is so amazing! He got me really excited. Don't get me wrong, I wanted to have a baby and we were trying for one, I just didn't think it would ever happen. Not because we have had trouble getting pregnant, we had never tried before this, only because we had never had an "accident."
Well I went in for my first ultrasound when I was 6 weeks. Mike and I were so excited to see the little sac and possibly a heart beat. When we got there the nurse practitioner did an ultrasound. She wasn't able to find anything. She thought that maybe she could see the beginning of a sac forming but maybe not. She said that I could be earlier than we thought so I would need to get my blood taken to see where my hormone levels were at.
I got my blood taken and the doctor said she would call me the next day with the results. At this point I was pretty sure I was 6 weeks along and started to worry about having an ectopic pregnancy.
Well, sure enough, the doctor called me the next day and said my hormone levels were high and that we should have been able to see something. She scheduled me a detailed ultrasound for that day. I rushed home from work and met up with Mike and we headed to McKay Dee together. I was very worried. I did not want to have an ectopic pregnancy.
I got to McKay and they got me right back. The radiologist had been working silently for about 10 minutes before I couldn't take it any longer. I asked him if he could see anything and he said that he found the baby! He showed us the gestational sac and we saw the heart beat! I was so excited that I started to cry. He then said that I have a bi-cornuate uterus. It's heart shaped vs. the regular pear shape. I was like......um...ok.
After the ultra sound my doctor called me. She said that the shape of my uterus was why we couldn't find the baby the day before. She then said that this type of uterus could cause complications further along in the pregnancy because of its shape but we may not experience any. She said the biggest one would be preterm labor because there isn't enough room in the uterus to grow or that I would have a breeched baby which would lead to a c-section.
I did further research and found out that this is a birth defect and only 4% of women have one. Lucky me! Oh well, things could be worse right!? Um, yes they could..........
We told our parents on Christmas about our good news!! I was 10 weeks and we figured it would be a good time. They were both so excited! It was so fun to see their reactions.
At this point I've experienced every symptom in the book. Nausea, smells, extreme exhaustion, going to the bathroom at every second of the day, and many others that I'm not going to share ;). At this time I also came down with a terrible cold. I was out for about a week. It was horrible because I couldn't take any medication except cough drops.
By the time I had just hit 13 weeks I had noticed some bright red bleeding. I was so nervous but decided that since it was just a little bit I would wait until Monday to see my doctor. The on call doctor was very cold with me and said that if I was having a miscarriage there was nothing they could do about it. I was like.....um thanks for the help.
Monday came, Martin Luther King Jr. day, I was so grateful that the office was open. My doctor got me in that afternoon to check up on me. That morning I had started bleeding quite heavily and passing clots so I was certain I had had a miscarriage. It was a very very emotional day for me. Finally, it was time for my appt. and my doctor did a pelvic exam. She said everything looked good so we went for an ultrasound. Sure enough, baby was fine. Heart beat 165.
She told me that I had a subchorionic hemorrhage. She told me it was 3.75 cm long and 1 cm wide. I had no idea what that meant and she gave me little information because they don't know a lot about it. It only happens in 1% of pregnancies...... Once again, lucky me!
She sent me home with orders to just watch the blood and come back in if I have any more bright red bleeding. She did say that since I was in my second trimester that my chances of miscarriage were much smaller than if I was in my 1st trimester. 1st trimester pregnancies with this condition are given a 50/50 chance of miscarriage.
I took Tuesday off from work and just stayed home off my feet. I had only a little bit of spotting with old blood so I figured that was ok. I went back to work Wednesday and all was well. I was starting
to feel a lot of pressure in my abdomen but I figured that was my uterus growing.
When I got home from work, I laid down to sleep because I was exhausted. I woke up around 10pm to the sensation of a water balloon breaking inside of me followed by a lot of liquid and then blood. I was pretty much freaking out at this point. I knew this wasn't good so I called Mike at work and told him what had happened. I told him that I wished he was there with me and he said he would come home right away.
I called the on call doctor and it happened to be my doctor. I told her what happened and she offered her sympathies because things didn't sound good. She said if I was filling a pad with blood in an hour I needed to go to the ER right away. Well, I was so I called my mom and told her. She was so supportive and said she would come over right away. Mike had called them in the process and asked them if they could take me to the ER and he would meet us there. So my mom and dad rushed to my house to get me. They helped me out and grabbed towels in case I had any more bleeding.
I had filled another pad by the time we got to the ER so I was trying to face the fact that I had lost our baby. I was so upset and couldn't really focus on anything. They took me right back and got my blood pressure and then asked me to wait for a bed. I was like seriously? Wait? It was about 20 minutes and they called me back.
The nurse came in and was asking me about my vagional bleeding. I told her about the water balloon popping sensation and she asked if I was pregnant. I told her that I was 13 weeks and that's why I was there. I guess all they had written on the wall was vagional bleeding.
The nurse hooked me up to some machines, I got into a gown, and the doctor did a pelvic exam. I was already in quite a bit of pain so this hurt really bad. He said everything looked ok (the cervix
was closed). He pulled the tool out to see if he could get a sample of the fluid but, unfortunately, it was too contaminated with blood.
The radiologist rolled me into the ultrasound room to get an ultrasound. I didn't even want to look at the monitor because I knew what I would see. Well, to my surprise, baby was there and wiggling around like crazy. Heart beat 167. He measured my hemorrhage at 4cm by 1.5cm. A little bigger than before.
I was so confused at this point. I was happy of course, but just so emotionally drained. I had thought that I had lost my baby twice already that week. I couldn't take more. Mike was so supportive and so loving. I was brought back into our room and the doctor and nurse both came in. The doctor said that everything looked fine. Baby was ok. He said that with this hemorrhage bleeding will occur and that I would just have to monitor it and take it one at a time. He also said that they don't know why women get them or the best ways to treat them. I was put on strict pelvic rest and the nurse put me on bed rest for the next week. She said nit to do anything but go to the restroom.
We drove back home and I was just in a daze.
The next day I saw my doctor for a follow up. She did another ultrasound and pelvic exam. By this point I was so sick of pelvic exams because they hurt so bad. She was able to give me a little more information about my hemorrhage. It's located right above the cervix so that was why I "probably" (that stupid unsure word again) was having so much bleeding. She said to keep an eye on things.
At 14 weeks I had another bleed with fresh blood. We went in for another ultrasound and baby was fine. Heart beat 155. It measured 2.75cm by 1/5cm so it had shrunk in size. Good news! I was told I could go back to work that Monday so I did. I still have to take things very easy and stay off my feet as much as possible.
I didn't have another bleed until about 7 days later. It was a huge bummer because I thought it was getting better. I didn't go into the doctor, I just waited for my appt the following Friday. We listened to the Heart beat and it was nice and strong. She assured me that my bleeding wasn't affecting our baby so far.
Well, here I am.... 17 weeks 2 days and so far baby is ok. I started to bleed again this morning (seems to be happening about every 7 days). I feel grateful because it happens on the weekend so I can stay off my feet until the bleeding stops. I just have to take it easy and be selfish. Think about me and the baby.
I'm trying my best to stay optimistic but it gets really hard sometimes. The unknown is killing me. I just gave to keep telling myself that Whatever happens is how it's supposed to happen.
I've had so much support through this so far. I feel so lucky to have so much love all around me. It has really helped me to stay positive.