~ Some Good News and Some Bad News
This is my first week writing in my pregnancy journal, and I definitely have to catch you up on some things. Let's start off with Week 4 to 6, everything went smooth for these two weeks. At my Week 4 doctor's appointment, the doctor did indeed confirm that I was pregnant but it was too early for an ultrasound and too early to hear the heartbeat. I did have blood work done which once again confirmed that I was pregnant and that my levels all looked good.
Week 5 was just like any other week; I was really tired, I threw up once but besides those symptoms that was really it. Week 6 was going well until I reached the last day of the week. It was Saturday afternoon and I was spending the day home with my son and husband when I went to the bathroom and much to my horror, I was spotting. I immediately called the doctor and let her know what was going on. I was told there wasn't much they could do and to just keep watching the spotting and if it becomes heavy and turns red I am to call her back and we would take it from there. She also had me schedule an appointment for an ultrasound on Monday and since I work at the hospital I had no problem getting in.
All day Saturday and Sunday I spotted, nothing too crazy but enough to make me worry. Monday morning came and I headed to work and after work I was to get my ultrasound. It seemed like the longest day ever and that my shift would never end. I thought for sure I was miscarrying especially since Monday I started cramping really bad. I thought that this was it and my baby was lost. The time finally came for me to get the ultrasound and as she started doing the ultrasound the first thing she said was, THERE IS HIS HEARTBEAT!! It was music to my ears, I was so happy, relieved, etc. The tech also told me that I wasn't six weeks I was already in the middle of my seventh week and that my due date was no longer October 4th but September 28th. I had the biggest smile on my face as I left the room with two pictures of my lil peanut.
The next day I received a call from my doctor and she left me a voice mail asking me to call her back, it was urgent. Once again the fear set in, and I knew something was wrong. To make a long story short, they discovered that I have a blood clot in my placenta. The term they use to describe it is Subchorionic Bleeding Hematoma and it happens in 1% of pregnancies. Basically I can't lift anything heavy, be careful what I do, no intercourse, etc. until the bleed goes away. There is nothing I or the doctors can do to help it. We just have to take it day by day and see what happens. I will have weekly ultrasounds to see if anything has changed. My chance of miscarriage is obviously a little higher because of this clot. If you look it up on yahoo, you will get a better explanation of what it is. If anyone else has experienced this, I would love to hear some feedback, feel free to email me.
So here we are at Week 8. This week has been pretty good. I'm tired like always but I definitely can't complain especially since with my first pregnancy I was throwing up every single day and just completely drained in the first trimester. I have gotten lucky enough with this one that I've only thrown up twice in a matter of eight weeks. I have a doctor's appointment on Monday and I cannot wait to hear that precious heartbeat again. In the midst of all this going on, I am also planning Ethan's second birthday party which will be on March 7th so that's definitely keeping me busy and on top of that Ethan is going to his pediatrician tomorrow because of a fever and an earache. My poor little guy, I hate seeing him like this.
It is getting late and it is time for me to go to bed. I am off from work tomorrow and Thursday so I am looking forward to staying home and taking care of my little guy and also catching up on some things that need to be done.
Thanks for reading and enjoy the rest of the week!!