I had an incident yesterday. Around 11 o clock I had to go to the bathroom. Blood dumped out. I’ve never had this happen.
I called baby mama. I called doctor. I called my OB.
My baby mama got there in record time. We sat, she cried, I held her. This is all such a whirlwind. We Googled and pondered and Googled some more.
The fertility clinic couldn’t see me until the following morning.
We decided to go to the Emergency Room.
We didn’t have to wait long. My grandfather came and sat with us. He’s a Saint if there ever was one.
We went to a private room. They decided due to symptoms they would put use a catheter and put an IV. We then had an ultrasound.
There was a gestational sack and a yolk but no pole or heartbeat. My hcg levels were high, 13991. The nurse came in and discharged us with more questions than we had answers.
We meet at baby mamas home this morning and ride together. We talk about all the things. Her teaching at the end of the school year problems, my eating habits, etc. We arrive to the fertility clinic and sign in. We are both a nervous wreck.
I get my blood drawn and we go to room #2. Our crnp comes in and vaginally scans me. She sees the sack, the pole, the yolk. She just can’t see a heartbeat.
She wants to believe she saw a flicker but she just can’t say. She wants us to come back Friday but due to it being only 2 days, she opts for Monday…..until we realize Monday is Memorial Day…. Tuesday it is…… That’s basically 202697 forevers.
This is all we know.
If I begin to bleed again, I will go back to the emergency room. If not, we will have definite answers Tuesday.
Always stay prayin’