This child is already giving me gray hair

I had planned for my second blog post to be about the day I found out I was pregnant. But instead, I shall share with you why this child is already giving me gray hair.

Last Thursday afternoon I started bleeding. Insert freak out mode here. I immediately called my doctor's office who told me since it was already so late in the afternoon (4:00ish) that I needed to go ahead and go to the ER. The nurse told me to go to Northside ER. Northside is where my doctor is affiliated and where I will be delivering. In order for me to get to Northside, I would have to look up the address, type it in my GPS and drive all the way there in rush hour traffic. No thank you. I told the nurse I was two miles from an Emory ER and that is about as far as I was willing to drive myself in my state of mind. She informed me that if I chose to go there, just to make sure I get all my records when I leave since my doctor won't be able to. OK, no problem and I head to Emory. Big mistake.

From the moment I walked through those ER doors I knew I should have driven to Northside. It took them 45 minutes to take me back. I get it, there were people waiting before me. But hello, I was a hysterical pregnant lady and the other emergencies included a kidney stone, a flare up of gout and a kid who got a black eye at school. I finally got put into a room and the doctor came in who introduced himself as Bob...um, yeah. I proceed to tell him what was going on and I mentioned that I had an IUI to achieve this pregnancy (that's for another blog post) and he then said "what's an IUI?" Enter freak out mode number two. After I gave him an education on the procedure he then says "oh, wow. You must have really wanted this baby." Thank goodness my husband got there at that moment or I might have lunged at Dr. Bob.

After Dr. Bob examined me he confirmed that my cervix was closed, that he did see the blood, but had no idea where it was coming from or why. He said the ultrasound would be my determining factor and that they had to page the ultrasound tech who was on call as they didn't have one in the ER right then. TWO and a half hours later sitting there in pure agony not knowing if my baby was alive or not, the ultrasound tech finally arrives. The ultrasound tech informs me that I'm not allowed to ask her any questions and that the doctor had to give me the results. I thought great, I'll probably have to tell him how to read an ultrasound too. We finally get the ultrasound results and Dr. Bob basically said the baby looks fine but that he was sending me home with a "threatened miscarriage" and that I needed to follow up with my OB/GYN.

After a completely sleepless night, I finally got to my doctor's office early the next morning. I had a subchorionic hematoma...not a "threatened miscarriage". Which is basically a blood clot and should heal itself on it's own. I also was told I have placenta previa and that should also correct itself as my pregnancy goes along and if it doesn't then I just have to prepare myself for a c-section. So it was modified bed rest this weekend for me.

Hopefully I will never have to learn from my lesson about not going to Northside. Fingers crossed this pregnancy is uneventful from here on out. Yeah...right!