it’s only been a week ago since it all began. 12 am sunday, i was dashing around in the home trying to find bubble wrap for garry’s lil xmas tree, then kind of tidy things up a bit.. said good nite to everyone by 1 am… set alarm clock to 5 am to see garry off at the airport and then headed off to bed .. thinking. 3am i woke up for my usual p break and something felt wrong and i got scared. in the back of my mind, i didn’t want to think it was that… instead i was wondering if i had pee’d in bed but that seemed unrealistic… running to the washroom leaving a trail of liquid on the carpet, flipped on the washroom light, sat on the toilet and i wanted to scream but i think i was about to faint instead. gathering up most of my energy i called al that i needed to go to hospital. he… suspected i was just spotting like last time, came in and OMG and quickly helped me gather stuff to the hospital. i was on my way to garry’s room but i was going to faint again so all i could was sat on the edge of my bed, called out his name and still asleep he hopped over and saw the crime scene… sigh.. that look on his face almost broke my heart. al quickly got taxi stuff ready for garry, i gave him some emergency numbers to call and prep garry with change to call me.. poof i was gone to hospital. running thru a red light or two but not speeding.. i got to vic hospital and luckily it was a quiet night. the nurse got me a wheelchair and moved me to a bed while waiting for the room that i needed. my blood pressure was quite low and the nurses quickly stuck IV into me (thank goodness cuz i was getting hungry and i wasn’t allowed to eat) but they had to take another 3 tubes of blood for testing which equaled to 7 tubes this one week… no, i am not made out of blood but they seem to think i am. the doc came to examine me just when garry calls me… gah.. at least he left a message. so after a bit, the doc said i could be having a miscarriage and gave me the whole speech about miscarriage thing again which i could have recited backwards to them by now. so i just nodded my head saying ya.. i know.. i know. but there was another possibility that she mentioned about but unfortunately the ultrasound dept was closed at vic hospital on sundays…. so they had to send me to st b hospital and probably see a gyne there too. so they made arrangements and sent me over there. due to stupid hospital politics… and crap! and again i got the same speeches over and over again… sigh. and nothing can be done. i waited until monday for my ultrasound… the tech did an external u/s and quickly went to the doc next door to verify the pics she captured and warning bells were ringing. she came back with doc and did an internal exam and luckily (or unluckily) they found a problem … long story short. i have to bed rest and pray as much as i can that things will change (by itself) in about a month’s time. if all goes well, i will be fine. if my problem stays the same, then my worse case is bed rest in the hospital until my 37th prego week and c-section to get baby out… that is if i last then, otherwise they will have to take the baby out when they feel there is a danger so baby might be premature. so here i am, praying and praying and living day by day. without much argument or thinking, i moved into my mom’s place at least until until i stop bleeding and things settle down a bit… hopefully everyone can be relieved a bit with seeing my face and most importantly z won’t have to run around so much and things aren’t a chaos when an emergency strikes again.
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