Jul 20, 2011
I was enjoying my day on Monday. Just celebrating that we hit the 3 month mark and all was well. I felt fine, even my fatigue was gone. While cooking dinner, I felt a gush come out of me. I ran to the bathroom and sat on the toilet and saw bright red and clots. I didn't panic but I screemed to my DH to call my OB now. It was after hours so the on call doctor advised me to go to the hospital. We rushed to the hospital and I was put in a room right away. The ER doctor checked my cervix and saw that it was closed, which was a good sign but I was not in the clear yet. He said I had a lot of clots but no signs of any tissue. I waited for my u/s and saw the babies were moving and hearts beating away. They did not know why I was bleeding or where it was coming from. All they could say that I may be miscarrying. What a nightmare. I didn't get any sleep that night and was worried that the bleeding would get worse. The bleeding eventually slowed but I was still spotting. I already had appts scheduled for the next day with my OB and Perinatologist and wanted to get more answers to what was happening with me and the fate of my babies. By morning the spotting was getting less and less and turning brown, so I knew it was old blood. Anyway, too make a long story short... they couldn't tell me much but to wait and see what happens. The babies are doing great and don't seem to be in distress, though I am a mess. I am scared and this waiting is killing me. Why is this happening to me? I am doing everything I am supposed to do. It was hard to even get here and now that I am here, it's like someone is playing a cruel joke on me. I feel like I can't celebrate my happiness b/c when I do, I am being punished.