Hello, I am 13w2d pregnant today and OMG did I have the scare of my life a few days ago. Here is a bit of background information:
I am a married mom of 2 boys, 5 and 2. I have been on birth control, (never missed a pill, took them within 10 minutes of my alarm going off every night, especially since my terrifying incident a few months ago)
I got into an argument with my company's insurance carrier since they decided they were not going to pay any of the birth control I was taking (and the one pill that didn't either make me sick, have terrible acne, or gain weight since I was 16) I screamed at the lady on the phone (I know not nice :) ) and told her that they would rather pay the thousands of dollars it will cost for me to have a baby then 80 frikin dollars a month for my pill!
Well... She pretty much said I am screwed. I cried and cried because I wasn't sure if I wanted another child right now so I started looking into other birth control options. I told my husband until I found another pill, that we could not have any sex after I took my last pill on July 15.
On July 18 my youngest was placed at the children's hospital because he had gotten extremely ill. Right before he spiked a fever I was in my bathroom cleaning out my cabinets, drinking a beer (hehe) when I found 4 pregnancy tests that expired August 2012 (who knows how long they had been there! lol) So instead of throwing them away I thought "let's experiment!"
Test 1: peed on it lol
Test 2: poured beer on it (lol even more)
Test 3: saliva
Test 4: milk (don't ask idk!)
Well, as I was putting 4 little drops of each thing on it, I just sat them up on the counter thinking to myself "no way I a, preggers! I haven't had sex since July 4 and I have been on the pill without missing a beat!!!" Well, there were 2 tests of pretty colors, one didn't do anything, and one... just one with two bright pink lines. OMG did I panic.
Then I spent 4 days at the children's hospital.
Well fast forward and what do you know? I am the lucky 0.01% winner. My birth control had failed early in July.
My lucky streak seems to continue....
I went to the OBGYN and everything was great. Kept being great. We saw a heartbeat on the ultrasound, the little one was growing exactly how it should. Then, September 18th happened.
I woke up on 9/18 at 3am (I was 12w5d) thinking I had peed on myself and swore I would stop drinking water after 8... I walked across the house, up the stairs and to the other side of the house... and there was a lot of blood. I started crying and woke up my husband (who was leaving at 7am to deal with personal things about 4 hours away) and told him not to worry, that I was going to the ER, and I would call with any updates.
Again, my luck. The ER was pretty slow, and there was only one nurse in the triage/reception area. He kept telling me to hang on a second and that he was sorry. There was apparently an accidental gunshot that had taken everyone to the back. He walked over to the reception to get the wristbands for the man he was triaging at the moment when I leaned over the counter and told him "I am sorry, but I am almost 13 weeks pregnant and I am bleeding pretty heavily. I need to be seen." His face became pale and he pressed a button on the desk and a nurse came flying out from behind the locked Double doors. They ran me back, made me pee in a cup, get undressed and lay on the bed. I was freezing so they thought the worst. My doctor came in, he told me that bleeding isnt always bad, considering I had no pain at all. He told me I am getting blood work, ultrasound, and a pelvic exam. They lady came and drew the blood, probably 20 vials and gave me a cath so they could inflate my bladder to raise up my uterus to see the baby. Then about 20 minutes later, a man came in and smiled and said "I am going to take you to ultrasound now". I just nodded, thinking the worse. The warm gel on my belly was a welcome relief, because I was still freezing, despite having 2 warmed blankets put on me. I didn't even think to look toward the screen until he grunted "hmm" I looked at him and said "what, why did you do that?!" He said "How far are you?" and I followed with "13 weeks on Thursday why???" He clicked a couple of buttons and then turned the screen, and said "because your baby is measuring right at 13 weeks and there is the little heartbeat." I started crying and just kept saying "oh wow oh wow" and he moved the ultrasound around on my suddenly still and no shaking belly. I saw the spine, face, and the aerobatics the little thing was doing. I was all smiles going all the way back to the room, until my doctor came back in.
My doctor did my pelvic exam, making sure the cyst I had on my right ovary wasn't causing the bleed.
Apparently I am the 0.5% to 1% of all known medically treated pregnancies that have a placental abruption before the 20th week. I also have placenta previa. They sent me home with the most terribly titled piece of paper "Threatened miscarriage"
About 4 hours later I went to my OBGYN. He did another scan and there was still a heart beat and the bleed had slowed. He told me the abruption was rare, but as long as it was so tiny, and the baby was still growing, there was no issue. The placenta *should* move up so I can have a vaginal delivery, but if not he would have to do a cesarean. I am not "high risk" and have been put on bed rest until 9/25 and can return to work on extremely light duty.
The bleeding had stopped completely by Tuesday night, and when I went back on 9/21, all was well.
Of course, between 9/18 and 9/21 I googled and googled, and could find nothing. Nothing this early. At least, not with any answers. Just the same questions I was asking. Why? Why? Why? Is the baby going to be ok? Am I going to be ok?
There was a clot where the bleeding came from that my body was absorbing. The baby was dancing and just having a ball. The abruption was minimal now, even though I still had previa.
My due date is March 28th. ( true story = My 2 year old was born in January and my 5 year old was born in February lol) I have to be seen every two weeks to be monitored now. Any more bleeding, and I am going to be put on permanent bed rest (at least until the little one is born lol)
I hope, if anyone is googling the was I was, because this happened to them, that they see this post and have some piece of mind.
Good luck to everyone, and everyone have a happy, very healthy pregnancy. With no scares. :)