Lady and the Bed Rest

Today marks Day 3 of strict bed rest and I might just got nuts laying here. I am so particular about things and the way they need to be done, especially with when it comes to my son, and now I have to lay here and just watch my husband dress my poor child in all the wrong clothes, and yell from the sidelines, "Don't forget this, don't forget that! Did you do this? I need that!" My poor husband. My poor little guy I can't carry. And poor me, really.

BUT I shouldn't complain. It's a really selfish thing to do. The important thing is that babe be okay. I need to lay here and heal, so that babe is OK. 

A few days ago, I was up and down cleaning, cooking, caring for my son and his little girlfriend, when I sat down for a break. I felt my panties start to get wet. Really wet. I fell into denial, just sitting there not wanting to think about what was happening, too scared to move, until finally I moved myself to toilet and actually saw and felt blood dripping out. I called my doctor. Right away they said, "You need to go to the ER, NOW." I hung up and called my husband crying, he said he'd be home in two minutes. I called my sister to come watch the kids, and within minutes she was here and we were gone. On my way to the hospital the doctor called and said to go to his office instead of the ER and so we went. When the nurse called us to the room and had me undress, I started pouring blood and I sobbed and sobbed thinking, "this is it." I made a mess and laid there with layers of pads underneath me crying in my husbands arms. The doctor stormed in and right away started the ultrasound, and there babe was, kicking its tiny legs, beating its tiny heart. And I cried... "thank you."

So why was I bleeding? Well there is the placenta previa-- which isn't too uncommon. But now there's more. There is a blood clot resting under baby. It has happened that the clot can come out and let baby out. So here I am waiting to pass the clot, on strict bed rest so that babe stays inside me and grows beautifully. And I Hope and I Wish and I'm sure babe will be just fine.

Baby 10 weeks 5 Days the size of a Lime

This past week, I was asked to go in to see the doctor. I had started to spot. Naturally they wanted to make sure baby was okay. I spotted in my previous pregnancy, but it didn't make me any less nervous. I waited anxiously for the doctor to see me. The first thing he did was roll in the ultrasound equipment. As soon as the screen went on, I saw baby waving its hand everywhere, like it was saying Hello, Hello. And then I saw the flickering heart. A tear of relief rolled down my cheek. After showing me different views of my little babe, the doctor zoomed out to see what the cause of my spotting could be. Right under my placenta was a dark spot. The doctor explained that what is happening is that the placenta is right on top of the cervix-- Placenta Previa. I was told no more sex until the placenta separates from the cervix, and no more physical activity--even mellow yoga. No more carrying Diego too much, and just straight up, TAKING IT EASY. I have to be conscious of how much I am spotting, if it gets heavier, it can be the worse. And well, this has me scared. While I feel that the placenta will grow further away from the cervix as my belly makes more room, I still can't help but to worry. So I am taking it very easy, because we are going to do everything possible to make sure babe enters this world in the healthiest state.


And well, on top of all this, we just signed a contract for our first home purchase. So there, take that for a load.