Sunday was very scary.
I didn't want to blog about it yesterday, because it was the day of Little Man's monthly letter. Also, I didn't really know if things were good or bad, so why blog when you don't have answers yet?
On Sunday, I went to the bathroom and noticed two spots of blood in my underwear. They weren't dark, but I knew it was blood nonetheless. I stopped breathing right there and then, closed my eyes, willed those two spots away, but they were there, no matter how much I wanted them to not be.
I peed, and when I wiped,there was a pinkish tinge on the toilet paper.
I called the doctor on duty, who wasn't my doctor, but was the one I asked you, bloggy friends, month ago if I should go with, the new young doctor from the practice, who was just out of her residency.
She asked me if I'd had marital relations that morning or the day before, and ironically, I hadn't done anything in a week. I told her that our Saturday was very hectic, and that I ended up hauling my 30-pound Little Man more than I normally do.
She advised me to get on the couch and stay ther for the rest of the day, after she made sure I wasn't cramping in any way. She told me that should the spotting turn to bleeding, or should I begin to cramp, to call her on the way to the emergency room.
As the day progressed, the spotting got lighter and lighter and I was relieved. But not completely. Was this a sign of trouble? Was there something wrong?
I didn't sleep much that night. I thought I didn't sleep at all, but Sweetie Pie assured me that his cell phone rang at 3 a.m. with a wrong number and I didn't even stir.
On Monday morning, I called the doctor's office and decided to move my Wednesday check-up to Monday, just so I could have peace of mind again.
They scheduled me for an afternoon appointment, including a sonogram. I told Sweetie Pie to drop everything and meet me, because if the songram technician could figure out the sex of the baby, this Mama was finding out, husband or no husband present.
The technician began the sonogram and looked, silently, measuring things, my heart pounding the entire time, but I was too afraid to ask if everything was ok, unsure I wanted to hear the answer until he'd checked everything.
Eventually he nodded, smiled and said that everything looked great. Everything is where it should be, the placenta was well attached, the cord looks good, and my little trouble maker is doing just fine.
I exhaled sharply, feeling more relieved than I think I have in a very long time. And then I asked him something that I wanted to know just as much.
He smiled. "It's not cooperating, but I'm pretty sure I saw what I needed to tell you the sex."
He put the ultrasound wand back on my stomach, jiggled the baby a little bit, until it slowly turned around and tried to kick in the direction of the ultrasound technician, who smiled real wide and said "yup, there it is, our money shot, it's a boy!"
Tuesday, June 03, 2008
Sunday was very scary.