15 weeks 0 days Sickness, Nausea and a lovely trip to the ER

Gestational Age: 15 weeks 0 days
Pregnancy Weight: 205.6 lb
Symptoms: some bleeding over the weekend, nausea, motion sickness, a growing belly, bluish veins on chest

Well, I took so long to blog that I kind of forget everything. I just remember
12 weeks 3 days and 4 days: The nausea was bad that I wanted to just give up. I threw up in the St. John bathroom at work which is a disgustingly dirty place anyway...I then am scared to go back in there. I called my doctor almost crying. The medicine isn't working, i want to try something else...anything else. They said that I could try another medicine but it was less effective and wouldn't take away the nausea but it would also make me drowsy and some people have difficulty going to work because of the drowsiness. So, whatever, I'll stick with it.

Then right before I hit 13 weeks, I felt a huge change. My nausea is still consistent and all day long but it is much less intense. It became so much more milder. Oh, my goodness...could it be?!? Even before i hit 14 weeks. I started feeling so much happier, the light at the end of the tunnel was getting brighter. We were going to make it!!

We told Scott's grandparents that we were pregnant and his feisty grandma's first response was that we needed to be careful. That she miscarried during her fourth month of pregnancy three times. That she was horribly sick with nausea and when it finally started to go away, then she miscarried. Well, isn't that lovely...so then that got me stinking worrying about the sudden decrease in nausea miserableness.

I know nausea is a rollercoaster but a week went by without having a really bad day. All right!!! then we got super busy...my brother and his familly came in, I was swamped at work. The fatigue and constant driving around really got my nausea revved up. Scott told people at his working place so we saw them all at a baby shower and everyone was super excited. Then that night, as I was going to bed, I coughed or sneezed and felt a rush of wetness. I thought it was pee until I looked and saw bright red bloo.

Scott was using the bathroom but I barged in and just said "i'm bleeding." It was midnight and I was bleeding a heavy bright red flow. I kept going to the bathroom and TMI...sometimes I could just push and a stream of blood would come out as if I was peeing. I knew it wasn't a good sign. But I also knew we were exhausted. My brother and his family were sleeping in the living room. And I knew if I was miscarrying, the hospital wouldn't be able to do anything. So, I told Scott that we should just try to get some sleep and go to the ER in the morning. I couldn't sleep of course...I kept going to the bathroom every 30 minutes and wiping away blood. I managed to sleep for about 4 hours and I woke up at six...I was still bleeding. So, Scott and I dropped C off at his parents and went to the hospital.

All night, I just kept thinking about what I did to cause a miscarriage. I had been active that day but nothing too hard. I had been feeling so nauseous that i laid down a lot. I didn't carry anything heavy. I started questioning whether it was because I took an extra Zof.ran pill every now and then. I had taken that one allergy pill that one day and I wasn't positive if that was allowed. Maybe she had passed away weeks before and my body was only now started to reject her. Our last appointment was three weeks prior, why the doctors have me scheduled for an appointment later in the first trimester instead of at 11 weeks.

I also just wondered if we produced defective children and C was truly our one and only miracle child. I held it together the whole time we got to the hospital and checked in. Answered questions matter-of-factly, just felt cold inside and out. They put me in a room and the doctor came in with an ultrasound machine. I wouldn't look. He was moving the wand around and I kept a timed commentary in my head "he's looking for the baby...he found her...he's looking at the heart...there's no heartbeat...he waits...no heartbeat...he moved to try a different angle...still no heartbeat." Then he took the wand away and said "I see the baby...I see a nice heartbeat."

What?!? Then the flood of tears just broke. Oh, my God. I cant' believe it. He was such a nice doctor. He picked the wand back up and showed us. There she was...lying on her back looking bigger than the last time we saw her. He did a pelvic exam and I was still bleeding although much less. So they had an ultrasound tech do a better ultrasound to look for the source of bleeding They suspect my placenta might be covering the cervix which it can move. They think there might be a tiny bit of blood but can't be sure. They said that it would be a very bad sign if i was earlier in my pregnancy but I'm in a much better stage but he stressed, I'm not out of the woods yet. No pelvice activity (my head whipped around to look at poor Scott).

Sunday, the bleeding started to fade and then decrease but by the end of Monday it was just spotting and then completely disappeared. What a relief.

My regular OB waved off the ultrasound tech's idea that I might have placenta previ.a. She said "they're not my brother. he'll find out for sure." So I saw baby on Sunday and heard her heartbeat on Monday. I go back tomorrow for a regular visit so I'll hear her again...that's very reassuring.

Unfortunately, the stress and the lack of sleep made me vulnerable and I came down with a super bad cold. all this phlegm and coughing has just shot my nausea back up to overdrive. I threw up the remains of slurpee on Monday. That brings this pregnancy's vomit number to more than with the triplet pregnancy. So, now I'm at 15 weeks and I don't see the nausea getting better. BLAH!!! My poor hubby is back to being depressed again. Hopefully next week will bring a different story.