We had an awful scare this weekend. I ended up in the hospital twice due to some bleeding. My doctor diagnosed me as having a placenta abruption, which means that my placenta has pulled away from my uterus. It is terrifying to me since they don't know how bad the tear or tears have been. It can deprive her of nutrients and oxygen which makes it pretty serious. She is measuring a little bit further along which is good but we are still only at 33 weeks.
I am home now, on bedrest, and trying to be as careful as possible. It is quite the balance act caring for the two busy ones and making sure I am resting as much as I can be. And it's only been two days. It has put so much in perspective to me. I have definetely overlooked how fortunate I've been with my past pregnancies.The more I read about it the more serious it sounds so I'm trying to be very good about it. I'm pretty sure looking online at information on things like that is about the worst thing to do. It's good to learn about it but has scared me to death. There are women that carry their babies full-term with bedrest and then others that have lost their babies even when they were much further along. I'm so grateful that I'm this far along at least and that the outlook for our baby is good if they have to deliver her but oh, what a roller-coster it's been. Every little ache I feel floods me with worry but I'm trying to fight off the anxiety. I just have to keep breathing and to have faith that it will all turn out alright.
I would love it if you remembered us in your prayers!