Let me start by saying everything turned out fine.
We had an interesting Friday night. Hub came home and I was making dinner, and I had to pee for the 37th time that day. I wiped and there was blood. The room started to spin. Wipe again... more blood. Not like gushing out but enough to scare me, and make me think I was having a heart attack. Hub and I got in the car and went to the hospital. I didn't think of calling the OB's office, it was 6:30 on a Friday, and I wasn't about to play phone tag with an answering service.
We got to the hospital, and I went to check in at the ER, and they sent me up to labor and delivery in a wheel chair. I looked at Hub in the elevator and he had tears in his eyes. My brain was frozen on the fact that this couldn't happen again, I could not do it. They put me in a bed.
I was okay until I got in the room and saw the little bassinet sitting there. I lost it. I sat there on the bed and sobbed and Hub brought tissues. We sat for a minute until I realized we didn't know anything yet, and I had to calm down for the baby.
The nurse came in and tried the doppler that the monitor had on it and got the baby's heartbeat for about half a second. She left and brought back the better doppler and the OB on call came in with the ultrasound machine. The nurse got the baby's heartbeat with the better doppler, and I think that's when my heart started beating again. The OB did a quick ultrasound ( no print outs... :( ) and baby was looking fine, wiggling all around, and my placenta was up away from my cervix. So I could breath.
They examined me and couldn't find where the blood had come from. They also didn't see anymore bleeding. I was pretty relieved, but I'm still wondering where it may have come from.
We came home and caught our breath, and had a really slow weekend. I went to Hub's cousin's baby shower. It was fun, mostly I just sat. Then on Monday I called the OB for a follow up. He basically tried to make me feel guilty for going to the hospital. He told me he was there on Saturday night. I don't think he was, because they called him, and he didn't come in. It's a small hospital. I really think it was a case of upsetting the almighty doctor. Oh well I did what I thought was right. At my first appointment they told me any bleeding or emergency, go to the hospital. Oh well I hope he gets over it by my next appointment, but if not there are plenty of other OB's out there.
4 comments:
Oh, Jenn...I am so sorry that you had to deal with that! I know that you had to be terrified...I would have lost it, too. I am so, so, so glad that everything turned out well.
And forget what the doctor thinks! The ER/L&D floor would have been just where I went as well. There was no place better to be. He just has his nose out of joint because you showed good judgement without his input. You and Baby S are what's most important, not him.
Glad the rest of the weekend was fun and uneventful. Take care, girl...you're both in my prayers! :)
So glad everything was ok! How terrifying. Who wouldn't have gone to the ER on a Saturday - you did the right thing!
Wow I'm glad everything turned out fine. I really hope that doesn't happen ever again! How scary.
Don't take any crap from your OB. If he tries to make you feel guilty again, just find a new one. It's so not worth it to stay with someone who makes you feel badly.
BTW, thanks so much for your comment a couple weeks ago. The encouragement is appreciated more than you know! :)
So scary! Your OB's a douche if thinks anything other than going to the hospital on a Saturday night under those circumstances was the right thing to do.
I'm glad everything's OK!!!
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