Saturday, March 20, 2010

The Hopital.

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.


Kelli said...

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,'re both in my prayers! :)

Jill said...

So glad everything was ok! How terrifying. Who wouldn't have gone to the ER on a Saturday - you did the right thing!

jill said...

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! :)

Minta said...

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!!!