Sunday night was like every other night. Well, except Christian was super sick. It was about 9:30p and I got up to use the restroom and lo and behold I was bleeding again. This time I had some cramping to go along with it. We calmly gathered our things and headed to the car.
I was calm until I called mom and dad and when I heard dad's voice I started to cry. Not so sure why, but just saying it out loud got to me. I told them we'd let them know more when we found out. I thought we were going to have a baby. The bleeding was heavier than a few months ago and the cramping was new.
Upon arrival we were admitted, said hello to the nurses we had met the last time we were there and settled into our room (right by the nurses station). I changed into my gown, got into bed and then the nurse began trying to locate a heartbeat. I hate those machines. And, something about this nurse and her inability to find our little girl's heartbeat is getting annoying. She had lots of problems last time too! We both were holding our breath. I was looking to Christian and she was looking at me. "Have you felt her recently?" I thought so. The nurse eventually found her and the air was let back into the room. It felt like it took 30 minutes but the actual time was probably about 2 minutes. By midnight the IV was in, monitors were on and the doctor on call had come by to see us.
Neither one of us liked the on-call dr. He was nice enough, but he wasn't our doctor and he didn't seem too interested in us. Fortunately, the bleeding subsided and things calmed down and we would see our dr in the morning.
Sleeping in a hospital sucks. Christian was on the concrete platform they call a couch and I was in a birthing bed which was equally uncomfortable. I managed to get some sleep and was snoring while Christian tossed and turned. Each stay we get a new idea, so next time we're bringing a sleeping bag for Christian, more padding and warmth.
Our doctor arrived around 9a and told us that we had two options. Stay in the hospital in a more comfortable room or go home on bed rest. I thought about it and I thought about my bed at home and there is not a room in that hospital that is going to compare to my bed. So we decided we would pack it up and come home. However, the doctor told us that the next time I bleed I'm not leaving the hospital without our baby.
The good thing is, today is week 35. Our little girl could come as early as 7 days from today. Which, would be my great-grandmother's birthday. She scared the hell our of Jill and me, but she was mom's grandma and grandma's mom, so there is a great line of wonderful people that came from her. :) It wouldn't be the worst thing in the world.
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