Halloween night. Pumpkins were lit, trick-or-treaters were out, and I, well, I was where I had been for 13 weeks now. In bed.
It had been one and a half days since my cerclage.
I was lying in bed with Logan at about 7pm. My parents and brother had just left for the night ten minutes prior. I was comfortably lying on my left side when I felt a small pop down below. I immediately stood up to check for blood. Logan said "you ok?" I quickly replied "No. Call the doctor."
As I headed for the restroom the bleeding got worse. Without being too graphic, it was just like our previous miscarriage--tons of blood. My eyes welled with tears and my heart rate went through the roof. While Logan was doing everything in his power to help me, he had a look on his face like "I cant believe this is happening again." It was very sad. We felt defeated.
I knew my doctor was out of town, but surely someone was on call. We got a hold of Dr. Roth, told him what had happened and he told us to head to the ER. There, they took me straight back, took my blood pressure and heart rate (both which were sky high) and then hooked me up to an IV. I was trying so hard to keep my emotions in check, but ended up bawling right in front of the nurses. Who wouldn't in my situation?
I was taken immediately for an ultrasound. I sat there terrified while the tech placed that gel on my tiny belly. I looked over to the monitor and heard the sweet words, "two babies, two heartbeats." I calmed a little but knew we had a long way to go. As i stared at our babies tiny bodies and darling profiles on that screen, I wondered if that would be the last time Id see them on an ultrasound. I wiped more tears away.
After the radiologist reviewed our scan, the ER doc came in and told us that the scan looked like a normal twin pregnancy. He was not sure about the bleeding and honestly looked very uncomfortable addressing our problem, especially with a cerclage in. I requested he call DR Roth back and make him drive from his home in Park City to come evaluate things. He did, and 45 minutes later, Dr. Roth arrived. And 30 minutes later, I was released to go home and monitor things.
That night was so very long. Logan and I didn't sleep a wink. It was physically and emotionally exhausting, with a capital E. I woke up from a light rest two more times with heavy, heavy, heavy bleeding. Worse than before. I wanted to die.
At 8:30 am sharp I called my OB office and they set me up for an appointment with my doctor on Monday. We just needed to get through the weekend. It was a daunting thought. Thank goodness Logan would be home for the next two days.
