Post 5 - Scary-ish Day

*note* this happened in the past - as of the date of this post things have been okay.
*note* this post is also graphic.


After many weeks on strict bed rest, monitoring what I was doing and not going to do, accepting help from those willing to give it, hiring a maid every other week to help around the house (mostly bathrooms and kitchen) and visiting my OB and other various Doc's over the weeks I decided I could get up and grab the baby.

Nathan has been amazing. He moved the bed to the main living room so we had a place to be, he has slept with me almost every night so I could sleep in peace and so he could be near by if I needed anything. He rearranged his work schedule and has had to pick up the slack in the laundry, and dinner department and pre-made everything for the kids so I literally, could stay in bed.  This morning Juliet got up at 4:30 with a poopy mess. So I slowly ventured upstairs and picked her up, changed her diaper and attempted to take her downstairs.  I was so careful, so slow and felt pretty good.  I laid down after all that and just watched her be cute.

I got up to go to the bathroom and started to bleed. Not a lot but enough to call Veronica to see what to do...she is my go to PP person.  She said it didn't seem like a big deal but call the OB just to be sure.  The OB tells us to go to the ER. In fear of what happened a few weeks ago. We pack up the kids, I sit on a towel and hope for the best.

As we pull into Platte Valley they tell me to go to University Hospital. They are the best for preemie care.  At that point I am scared.  We drive to University but it was closed. Closed? Ooops, we went to the old one.  They just built a brand new facility next to the best Children's in CO and so we head over there.  I feel crampy/contractiony and say a little prayer.

Walk in and they are waiting for me in security wheel me straight up to L&D and are rushing and panicked.  I told them I wasn't bleeding that much but they didn't listen. Monitors, Blood Tests, etc.

The resident OB comes in tells me that I look okay but they need to stick a camera up there and of course I agree. Let's figure out what's happening.  They take a look and figure the blood/tear is old.  Which is common for Previa. I am not dilated or anything.

Then the OB comes in. He is a specialist with Extreme High Risk Patients. Which I am.  He gives me the brass tacks on Previa. He tells me no longer to see my OB but to call him directly. He will now be trouble shooting with me before I do anything from here on out. He told me he would most likely deliver me since the baby will probably be in the NICU. He tells me if my baby has to be in the NICU I want it to be at University.  We talk about what is going to happen in the next few weeks and assures me he has seen worse.

I get to check out the NICU.  I was so impressed and a little teary-eyed.  He tells me not to worry and that I will hopefully make it to 30 weeks. If not - at least I will be in the right place. 30 weeks is a long ways away but knowing what could happen eases my mind quite a bit.

The goal of course is 34-36 weeks but I am a ticking time bomb. Essentially.

Which means, more "bed rest," more being humble enough to accept help, and taking it easy.  More bedside book reading and tv watching unfortunately. Lots of coloring and Strawberry Shortcake on the floor. Worst of all, a pretty boring mommy. :(  But whatever it takes to keep this baby inside and luckily my kiddos get that.

I am so grateful that I get to take part in one more little person's journey. I feel so loved for the help I have received and the support we have gotten.  All of this comes at such a trying time with Nathan's new position and school schedule. 2 kids in school and 2 babes at home, but somehow - it hasn't been too terrible and for that I am truly amazed. A good friend even brought us warm chocolate chip cookies tonight.  So loved and blessed.

I also need to shout out to the man who did this to me I couldn't have survived without. Nathan, my husband who has been the most amazing partner in this scary scary journey. He has stayed calm cool and collected and honestly has been my rock. I love him to pieces and all that he has done to make me comfortable and the children maintain normalcy.  I wouldn't want to go through this with anyone else and I am so grateful that he didn't give up in perusing me. He truly is my perfect mate. :)  Or as Bridget would say he was made to finish my duet. :) Love Enchanted.