Yesterday morning, my dear sweet baby bear (4 year old Wynter) was cuddled in bed with me and kicked me in the belly. Pretty hard, for a little girl. It hurt. For a good hour. And we all know me, I was panicked. I posted on Facebook, and my wonderful friends assured me that it was most likely ok, and that I shouldn't worry too much. What bothered me was that after a couple hours of really paying attention, I wasn't feeling baby Bubble moving too much.
I ate. I had some MnM's (baby's favorite!). I drank lots of fluids. And I did my best to calm myself down and not stress out.
After Jay came home from work, we went out and ran some errands and went to eat. Still nothing like I was used to. So I told him I wanted to go to the ER and check the baby out.
Even though there was barely anyone there, it took forever. Of course a major trauma came in while I was there, but whatever.
First the checked for baby's heart beat, and it was a strong 162. That made me relax just a little bit. The doctor came in and checked me out, feeling baby in my belly and talking me through everything. He said that he was pretty sure everything was ok, and that there wasn't really too much they could really do. I said I would call my regular clinic the next day and just touch base with my doctor.
He said he would call the doc on call and just check with them if I wanted. So he did. Turns out Dr. Jayne is on vacation. This on-call doc said that he thought I should get a Rhogam shot just to be on the safe side. And that was the start of the insanity.
They had to draw blood and run panels. Remember the days when that would take about 10 minutes? Not so anymore. It took almost 2 hours. Jay was losing his patience with Wynter, who does not handle hospitals very well to begin with and was tired to boot. So he took her out in the car, where she was much better. But then she had to go potty, so he ended up taking her home.
I was waiting..... and waiting..... and waiting...... The nurse brought me water and blankets (the hospital was FREEZING!!), and both doc and nurse checked in with me a couple times. I finally asked if I could just go home and get the shot later. The nurse said she would talk to the doc. He came in and said it would be easier for me just to wait a little bit longer and he would push it through as fast as he could.
So I texted Jay that it would be about a half an hour, and she came in to poke me. I had to wait 20 minutes to make sure I didn't have an adverse reaction (after like 6 of these damn Rhogam shots, I'm pretty sure I'm fine, but whatever!).
Well, apparently while waiting out in the car for me to come out, my poor baby girl was having a breakdown. Worried about Mommy and baby, and why I wasn't out yet. Daddy was a tad exasperated by the time I finally came out, but Wynter was convinced that something was wrong with the baby.
The last time Mommy spent that much time in the hospital, Casper never came home. I think she knew that, remembered that.... She had me in tears and scared again, remembering.
But I got her calmed down, we came home and had Taco Bell, and she got to play with some play-doh. The trauma of the night was mostly forgotten.
She let me sleep in, since she slept until after noon. But the emotions of the night before caught up to her, and she messed herself. That has never happened to her (since she became potty trained) and she was distraught. I think her poor tummy took the brunt of the stress.
Once again, after mommy cleaned her up and reassured her everything was ok, she played with her play-doh and all is well.
I am recuperating as well. Little one is moving a little. Before I left the hospital, the nurse checked baby's heart beat again, and it was still in the 160s. Baby was moving and squirming a lot, and I didn't feel any of it. Just heard it on the monitor. That also made me relax, a lot.
This morning, my body feels like it was run over by a Mack truck. Sore and achy. Still so tired. But I'm not as worried as I was yesterday, and I'm excited for my ultrasound on Wednesday. This little one is certainly keeping me on my toes!
I heard a piece of information that kind of freaks me out. My BLM friend who just had her rainbow said that she was so happy to have had a c-section with this pregnancy, because the doctor told her that the umbilical cord was around baby Jack's neck. That was what caused her angel to pass away - the cord compressed his neck during delivery.
It makes me wonder if this "rare" thing really could happen again?
But it makes me all the more vigilant about this pregnancy. My doctor knows my state of mind and worry, so I'm not worried about her. But when I get my ultrasound, and every one that happens after this one, I will make SURE that they inspect the cord - every single inch of it. If anything looks off, I will make sure they pay attention. The idea of a c-section scares me, but if it means life and death for my child, there is no question I will demand it!
I love this baby Bubble so incredibly much. I can't wait to meet him/her and hold and snuggle and kiss him/her.
I miss my Casper so much and wish he was in my arms, too. I will never forget him, or ever stop loving him and wishing he was in my arms.
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