There’s no need to start giving us heart attacks now–there will be plenty of time for crazy hijinks after birth. Please keep this in mind.
I went to the bathroom at 4:30am on Sunday night/Monday morning and discovered I was having some bright red spotting. Cue panic. I was finally able to fall asleep again, but not before spending some time pondering the best way to let friends and family know if we were having a miscarriage.
I called my OB office first thing in the morning and, over the course of multiple phone calls talked to three different people who gave four different answers about what to do. In the end I insisted that no, I did not want to just “take it easy and drink lots of fluids,” nor did a trip to the ER (which a different person had mentioned) seem to make sense. But I did want to come in for an ultrasound that day, and one of the various people answering the phone was willing to make it happen. It was a long wait between 4:30am and 2pm when I got to see the doctor, but I mostly managed to keep from freaking out too much. I reminded myself how horribly nauseated I had been the night before (even worse than usual). I kept repeating to myself that many many women with spotting go on to have perfectly healthy pregnancies/babies. And the fact that the spotting slowed and turned more brownish than red helped a lot.
Roo came with me to the appointment and held my hand as Dr. H pressed hard on my belly with the ultrasound and brought up a picture of little Sprout. Dr. H pointed out the flickering hearbeat and the crown-rump measurement that was right on track. She didn’t find the cause of the bleeding, which makes me a little nervous. I appreciated that she didn’t seem upset at our appointment having been squeezed in (even though one of the people I’d spoken to earlier lamented Dr H’s overflowing schedule and seemed to think that my coming in was completely unnecessary). I liked that Dr. H had me schedule an extra visit in two weeks (after the NT scane next week) just so I could have some reassurance that things were still going well. I did not appreciate the fact that she used the phrase “threatened miscarriage” about 17 times in the course of the conversation. I get it that any bleeding is cause for concern and the fact that Sprout looked good yesterday isn’t any guarantee about the future. But I feel like she could have communicated that without saying “miscarriage” quite so many times. Roo kept trying to get a sense of how much more likely a miscarriage was with this kind of spotting, but the doctor, frustratingly, only kept repeating that she couldn’t promise anything either way.
The spotting has almost totally stopped now, and I’ve decided to believe that this is just another bump in our already-bumpy road to parenthood. There’s lots of things that point to this pregnancy going well (my crazy nausea, seeing Sprout’s heartbeat, good growth, etc.). I know there are no guarantees. If something happens we will deal with it. But at the moment I have decided that there’s no reason to think that there’s anything going on other than a frisky kid causing trouble already.