Sometimes, usually around dinner time when he is hungry and tired and he's just received bad news like potatoes are being served or he can't watch a show until his room is picked up, Abraham will tell me very matter of factly, "Mom, today is not the best day ever."
This week was not the best week ever.
On Monday morning I took one dose of the medicine the doctor prescribed to help my miscarriage along. I started having cramps and feeling uncomfortable almost right away. Matthew had the car that day but I found out that I could still get Abraham registered for the preschool I wanted, so I dropped the kids off at the Shaw's and borrowed their car. Without going into much detail, getting him on the list was a major headache and tears and pleading were involved. I did get him registered though, so mission accomplished. Luckily I had gotten dinner and our FHE treat prepared earlier in the day because around 6:00 pm I started having serious contractions. I had to focus and breathe through each one, and for over an hour they came about every two minutes. Once the kids were in bed, Matthew went out to work in the garage. Around 8:30 it happened. I made it to the toilet and eventually into the shower. There was so much blood. Honestly, it was a bit traumatizing. I couldn't get to my phone, so I just sat there until Matthew came up for bed at 10:00 pm. I was pale and couldn't stand up with out getting faint, so we called the nurse hotline. The woman we spoke to was extremely concerned and wanted to transfer the call directly to 911 so we could get an ambulance. We decided Matthew could get me to the hospital without needing to incur the expense of emergency transportation, so we called Hannah and left for the ER as soon as she got here.
To say the very least, the doctors and staff at the hospital were not nearly as concerned as the hotline nurse. They drew blood to send to the lab, started me on IV fluids, and eventually gave me an ultrasound to see if there was much tissue left. I did get some pain medicine, which knocked me out cold in about 30 seconds, so that was at least something. We were told not everything had passed, but the bleeding had slowed and they were not concerned, so I was to schedule a follow up with my OB in a couple days. We left at 2:30 am.
The next three days were horrendous. Matthew had a training course going on at work which he couldn't miss, so I kept the kids alive as well as I could while fairly confined to bed. I was nauseous, faint, and couldn't stand up straight until Thursday afternoon. I had to miss Hyrum's end of year class party and got seriously behind on housekeeping, but slowly I've recovered enough to be up and about. I'm still not feeling great and continue to bleed, but I have high hopes that the worst is behind me and I am on my way to being done with this whole process. I have gained a new level of empathy and an even greater appreciation for the tender feelings of the women around me. Hannah, Becky, and Megan have been particularly attentive, watching my children, bringing me meals, and checking in with me daily to share their love and asses my needs. I would not wish this experience on anyone, but I am thankful for the increase of love I've felt throughout it.
To say the very least, the doctors and staff at the hospital were not nearly as concerned as the hotline nurse. They drew blood to send to the lab, started me on IV fluids, and eventually gave me an ultrasound to see if there was much tissue left. I did get some pain medicine, which knocked me out cold in about 30 seconds, so that was at least something. We were told not everything had passed, but the bleeding had slowed and they were not concerned, so I was to schedule a follow up with my OB in a couple days. We left at 2:30 am.
The next three days were horrendous. Matthew had a training course going on at work which he couldn't miss, so I kept the kids alive as well as I could while fairly confined to bed. I was nauseous, faint, and couldn't stand up straight until Thursday afternoon. I had to miss Hyrum's end of year class party and got seriously behind on housekeeping, but slowly I've recovered enough to be up and about. I'm still not feeling great and continue to bleed, but I have high hopes that the worst is behind me and I am on my way to being done with this whole process. I have gained a new level of empathy and an even greater appreciation for the tender feelings of the women around me. Hannah, Becky, and Megan have been particularly attentive, watching my children, bringing me meals, and checking in with me daily to share their love and asses my needs. I would not wish this experience on anyone, but I am thankful for the increase of love I've felt throughout it.
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