And now the long and drawn out part; I really hate posting about myself like this.
At 15 weeks, I started bleeding and it was determined I had a complete placenta previa. The doctor told me not to worry about it too much, being as how these things typically clear up on their own, so we were cautious, but not panicking.
Once I hit 19 weeks, I had a bleed bad enough to send me to the hospital for three days and that's when we were told the goal was 24 weeks, but until then, the greater risk was me bleeding to death.
Since that time, I have been very detached from this pregnancy- fully convinced one of us was going to die.
Pretty much, I have had a big bleed every two weeks, but stopped calling my doctor and the hospital, bc the protocol is always the same. Wait and see if it stops w/in 48 hours and then send me home. Well, the bleeding always stopped and since I live 10-15 minutes from the hospital, I've been more comfortable monitoring from home.
Until two weeks ago, I had my worst bleed yet- my bathroom looked like I imagine a slaughterhouse and unfortunately, I was home alone with the kids. Suffice to say, I scared the living hell out of S and H, and proceeded to drive myself to the hospital.
Of course, I get there, get hooked up to everything, baby looks good
, but the doctor on call refused to deliver. The recommendation, shoot me full of steroids, wait 48 hours, and send me home.
Honestly, at that point I was done. No one could tell me why they wanted to use the steroids- they are only shown to help prior to 34 weeks, if delivery happens w/in the next 48 hours, and bc of my GD, there was a real risk my blood sugar would go through the roof and we'd be presented with a whole new set of problems. So, against medical opinion, I checked myself out of the hospital and went to McDonald's.
Keep in mind, Indigo gave me permission to leave and I did let N have an opinion.
I have had 8 different doctors/specialists involved this whole time and none of them could agree on anything. Originally we had a section scheduled for Aug 28, which did not make me happy bc my chances of not having a bleed prior to that were slim to none. However, the high risk doctor was unwilling to change it.
Luckily on Monday, I saw a different HR doc and after I explained everything to him and added on how I was about to crack- been waiting to die this whole time and I needed to have this kid on the outside now, he agreed we should move everything forward and the section is now scheduled for next Wed, Aug 20.
This does also mean H and the new baby will share a brithday!
All N has asked this whole time, well, aside from one or both of us not dying, has been for a shared birthday...so he could save money and only have to buy one cake every year.
I'm sure I've left out a lot and this post is probably filled with typos, but, I'm ok with that.
So, someone else, fill me in with everyone!