Pregnancy Week 7

I didn't start taking photos until week 9. But some exciting, well actually not so exciting things started with Week 7!

I was a day shy of actually being 7 weeks. It was a Friday and I had worked the lunch rush and a few extra hours after. It was a long day at work I can remember that. I had to rush home because E and I were hosting dinner for our friends. We were expecting about 8 people over for dinner.

When I got home I started dinner, I was making my green chicken enchiladas, rice and beans. Not too hard of a meal to prep and make. Especially after making it so many times, I can pretty much do it with my eyes closed. Once I got dinner going I needed to sweep, mop, and vacuum.

Needless to say I was not going to get to rest until our guests left later that evening. I didn't mind it one bit because I love company, but the beginning of my pregnancy was rough on my body. I was always exhausted and always so sick. Most days I would want to come home and just sleep. But this day I was excited about the company.

Our guests started to arrive and I was almost finished with dinner. Just waiting on a few items to finish cooking. The guys were hanging out in the living room and the girls were with me in the kitchen. We were laughing and having a great time. It was 6:30 and I had 7 minutes left before I could pull the enchiladas out of the oven. We were laughing so hard I felt like I had peed my pants. I stopped and said I would be right back. On my way to the bathroom I thought to myself I am way to early in my pregnancy to being peeing my pants due to laughter.

Once I got to the bathroom, my thoughts ended up being very correct for what I found was not urine but blood. So much blood I was in shock. I hadn't been cramping but the amount of blood that was there I just knew I was miscarrying our baby.

I took care of the mess and changed my shorts and went back down stairs to finish dinner and serve everyone. By this point I was sobbing. I couldn't control my tears or the sobs. I pulled the enchiladas out and as I did that my dear friend realized I was crying and asked what had happened. I told her and she tried to keep calm for me. She was who got me to tell E and go to the ER. She was fairly certain it wasn't a miscarriage since I wasn't cramping. But I couldn't believe her.

When we got to the ER they took me back right away for blood test and to take my vitals. Before they could finish they were ready to send me back for an ultrasound. The nurse who was taking care of me tried multiple times to calm me down and cheer me up with comforting words. During the ultrasound I'm still crying. E was unable to go back with me and that was super frustrating. Finally after what felt like 2 hours the sono tech turned the monitor towards me and showed me the baby. She showed me the baby's heart and showed how strong it was. That was comforting and helped the tears and sobs to stop.

I went back to finish my vitals and then sat in the waiting room for 2 hours with E. When they finally called me back they had to retake my blood. They finally had the results from the ultrasound and from the blood work. The blood work showed that I was RH-Negative. The ultrasound found a 2.8 cm subchorionic hemorrhage. The doctor explained it to me and let me know that my baby was fine. It wasn't affecting the baby at all. They did diagnose me with "threatened miscarriage" and those words stung. But I was put on pelvic rest and I was suppose to take it easy. He didn't put me on bed rest, but def. wanted and needed me to take it easy.

That was the scariest day of my life. I was so thankful to hear that my baby was fine. Since that night I've always assumed the worst with baby. I set goals for myself. My first one was to make it to 12 weeks. Once I hit that my next was to make it to 24 weeks. I remember telling E that I hadn't cried that much since the night he deployed. He was so calm the whole time. I could see it in his face he was sad and I think he was more sad for me than anything. But his strength was very helpful and comforting. He was a trooper the whole night. We had arrived at the ER at 7 and didn't get home until after midnight. We hadn't eaten and we were both starved. When we got back to the house my kitchen and living room were spotless. Our friends had cleaned up for us. The also ate so much of the enchiladas which made me very happy. E and I got our plates and then headed off to bed.

I continued to bleed for about a week and a half after that. It slowly lighted up. I was thankful when it stopped. I was terrified the whole time. I wasn't going to be seeing an OB until 10 weeks. But I lifted it up to God and He took care of us.

Few of my close friends know about this trip and most of our family knows about it. They were all terrified and they all continued to pray for us and that meant so much to us.