An Adventure We'll Never Forget

I honestly do not even know where to start. I'll probably have to break this up into a bunch of separate posts in order to keep all of my thoughts and the events organized. These last few weeks have been some we will never forget. Lots of ups and downs so the best way I know how to describe it is a total rollercoaster ride. Ever since week 16 of this pregnancy I have been bleeding. I've had two subchorionic hemorrhages that just wouldn't go away. This has caused a lot of concern for both me and my Drs.  Every single week and sometimes event two times a week I would go in for ultrasounds to make sure they weren't getting bigger. Sometimes they would be and sometimes they would be smaller. When I would bleed heavily I would be on pretty strict bed rest, but then other times it would be as bad and I'd just be on modified bed rest. I went to see a specialist twice and other than that just monitored the bleeds and the baby pretty closely. Then on Monday, August 18th everything went south. I was on the phone with my Mom and I just started bleeding really heavily. The thing is that this happened a lot, but I was started to feel like this one was different because it just wasn't stopping. I told my mom what was going on and told her I felt like I needed to tell Toby. So I got off the phone with her and called Toby. I don't think he was that concerned because again, I told him all the time I was bleeding heavily. He just told me to call my doctor if I needed to. So I decided to get in the bathtub. I asked Elle if she would mind watching Tate and Cash downstairs and I got in the bathtub. But the blood didn't stop...it turned the water red. Gross I know...I decided to drain it and start the water over. But it happened again. It was really starting to freak me out. I called my doctor and left a message but they didn't call right back so I called them again and this time begged the front desk to get my nurse on the phone. Amy, my sweet nurse, answered and asked what was going on. When I told her she told me I needed to get to the hospital and asked if I need an ambulance. I told her no, that I would get my Mom to take me. I then called my Mom and she said she would head right over, but I felt like she should come and be with my kids and that I should just drive myself over to Riverton Hospital since it was only a mile away. Big mistake. I left the kids knowing that my Mom would be right there and headed to the hospital. When I pulled into the parking lot I was shaking so badly and I had lost so much blood that I was extremely lightheaded. Next thing I know I had driven into some landscaping and hit a huge Rock. I don't even remember turning into it or doing it. All I know is I could tell the car was super beat up and I could barely get it to a parking spot. A couple people came running over to see if I was okay...and I was just bawling saying I needed help. Somehow I got up to labor and delivery and they got me back to a room pretty quickly. I was so scared. It wasn't much longer that my mom and gotten a friend of mine to babysit and she was with me. I had her call Toby to tell him what was going on but he was driving home from Richfield and his car was heating up every twenty minutes or so. It was so frustrating for me. I was so nervous to tell him what I had done to the car too, although I was mostly worried about how much blood I was losing. The nurses got me all hooked up to the monitors so right away I knew my baby was okay. The next part was thee WORST. The nurse didn't want me moving so they put a catheter in me...with no epidural obviously. It KILLED. I was so uncomfortable and in so much pain. It was burning and it made me feel like I had to go to the bathroom really bad but couldn't and it was giving me all sorts of spasms. I wanted it out so badly but they wouldn't. They started giving me pain meds for it instead. The blood eventually started slowing down. After an hour or two Dr. Moreland showed up and did an assessment on every thing and told me that I had hemorrhaged but the baby was doing well and we'd just watch things for awhile. They took my blood to find out my hematocrit score and it came back at 34 which is low...but okay. I think it was about an hour after that that she okayed the catheter being taken out and that hurt just as bad. They decided to keep me over night to watch everything. - My mom headed home to be with the kids when Toby finally showed up. I was so happy to see him but bawled telling him about the car. A bit later some of my friends showed up to visit, Tara and Jamie which was so sweet of them. And then Bishop Bawden and his wife. They all got after me for not calling them to give me a ride. I really should have called. One of Toby's old room mates from College happened to be there with his wife delivering a baby so he came by to say hi and we all visited for awhile. It seemed like things were calming down and we were going to bed when we got a phone call from Doctor Moreland and they had gotten the results back from my second blood draw and my hematocrit score had dropped to a 26 after losing all the blood. She felt like that required a blood transfusion and thought I'd be better off at IMC in murray where they have a great NICU just in case my baby needed to be delivered. I really didn't want to go because it was so much further away but I wanted my baby to be safe. They made me go by ambulance, which again I kind of threw a fit about, but I followed the rules and Toby drove behind me. Next thing I knew I was admitted to the IMC hospital and that was the beginning of my adventure there!