The Worst Day of My Pregnancy
This post is a personal one.
And it was literally one of the scariest days of my life to date.
It’s Saturday the 15th of August, I’m almost 15 weeks. I’ve been craving some physical attention from my hubby and to his credit, he’s been worried about ‘going there’. A close friend of ours miscarried a few months back and when she spoke to my hubby she mentioned that she wasn’t sure whether ‘doing the deed’ was part of the cause.
Oh how wrong was
It wasn’t long until hubby gets the shock of his life…“
My first emotion is
Hubby is so upset, I look at my legs and see the blood, I look back at hubby and his face says it all. We both start crying, I lie on the bed sobbing, saying “what have I done?” That’s when hubby lets out a horrific cry, one that will forever be etched in my memory. He’s distraught, we both are.
Hubby grabs my hand and leads me to the bathroom to help me clean myself up. I can’t stop crying – there looks to be a lot of blood. We’re both upset but I can see he’s gone into “protect mode” and his first thought it to look after me and
Once we’ve gotten rid of as much blood as we can, I do the first thing I think of, I ring my
After a few
My mind is racing, I’m blaming myself, and I decide I better go to the bathroom before we leave. There’s still lots of blood.
I’m freaking out. Hubby grabs me a warm jumper, fills up my water bottle, and gives me a kiss, assuring me everything is going to be fine.
We get into hubby’s
Hubby holds my hand the entire way. I love this man with all my heart.
As we near the hospital we try to locate where the car parking building is. The next challenge is navigating our way with the rather large Toyota Hilux ute that hubby is driving. Needless to
Once parked, we hop out of the ute in search for the maternity ward. Hubby asks a kind lady in reception who points us in the right direction. I feel
When we reach the next reception area hubby explains our situation to the lady at the counter. I’m feeling very faint and nauseous, and I pray that we don’t have to sit in a waiting room for hours. The receptionist immediately tells us there’s
In about half an hour a nurse is sent in. She asks me to explain in detail what has happened, then she checks my blood pressure and asks how I’m feeling. I’ve calmed down a lot, I think being surrounded by people that are here to help you makes a world of difference. She asks if I’m in any pain and I let her know only a small amount of discomfort. She then proceeds to check peanuts heartbeat, and I’ve been waiting for this moment since the “incident” happened. I feel like if we can hear a heartbeat things will be okay. Hubby hasn’t heard peanuts heartbeat yet so this is all very new to him.
The nurse asks me to lift up my top and she grabs the gel to put over my stomach. She presses the
Hubby and I lie on the bed and as we wait I have a glimmer of hope that everything is going to be okay. I ask hubby how he is doing as he hates hospitals, they make him feel sick, and within minutes the
Doctor Tracey walks in about half an hour later, and I’m surprised as I thought we might be waiting hours. She has a fantastic bedside manner, she chats away and makes sure I’m okay. She goes through many of the same questions the nurse did, and then advises that she will need to do an internal to check that everything is okay.
I know they aren’t the most pleasant of things however at the moment I would jump off a damn cliff if it meant finding out that my baby was going to make it.
Once doctor Tracey has finished she explains to me that she believes my cervix has been irritated (best word for the situation I guess!) and that’s what has caused me to bleed. She advised that the blood I am still seeing is not new blood, and that I will need to monitor myself over the next day to see make sure the bleeding does stop.
Tracey explains that I don’t need to stay in over night and we are all good to go. She also suggests that perhaps we lay off any ‘action’ for a while – I’m certain this incident has scared the shit out of both of us and that there’ll be none of that for quite some time. I’m truly impressed with the level of service and am thankful that I have booked to deliver at Auckland Hospital.
After a few hours (and what seems like days), we leave the hospital. I haven’t eaten in hours and I quietly explain to hubby that I need food now otherwise there’s a good chance I will throw up or pass out. He carries my bag for me as I feel like any energy I had is completely zapped, I have nothing left in me.
As we drive home, we talk about what we have just gone through together. He explains how he didn’t realise just how much he wanted this baby until we might lose it. I agree. I’m really proud of how hubby took charge of the situation, how he supported me, looked after me, and I told him he is my rock. I’m reminded again of why I married this man, and why he’s going to be an amazing father.
Through a tough situation like this there are two things I know for sure;
1) How much we can’t wait for our little peanut to arrive, and
2) That we are stronger than ever before.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Kylie is a survivor. She’s endured events that no-one should have to experience. That’s why she wants to share her story; to help other women live beyond their pain so that they too can take control of their life, and live the life they deserve.