I have so much to catch up on in the blog world (I'll be the last person to post Easter pictures), but I wanted to send out an update on this second pregnancy. I have hesitated on posting this, but at this point, there are not too many negatives in sharing. There is, however, the positive effect of prayer--and that outweighs any amount of negatives in my book.
Remember the subchorionic hemorrhage I talked about a couple weeks ago? Well, Sunday night I started having some more spotting issues that were a lot different and much more concerning than previously talked about. It was to the point that I was certain we were having a miscarriage, and to say I was crushed....I really don't even have the words to describe it. Honestly, I don't want to think about those horrible feelings at that moment. I lay in the bathroom floor begging God to spare my sweet baby.
After I pulled myself together, I immediately got on Google that night to look up more information on my condition. Little did I know that these blood clots or "tears" which cause the bleeding, can get bigger and become more symptomatic. I guess I just assumed it would only decrease in size, not increase. I was reassured (and relieved and thankful) from the information I read that what was occurring was actually normal for my condition. Thank goodness for good friends and a loving husband that night.
I called the doctor the minute they opened the next morning. I was informed by the nurse that this indeed was totally normal. She spoke with the doctor who scheduled me for an ultrasound next Thursday to take a look at the hematoma (or blood clot) which is causing the symptoms. I guess they'll be looking to see if it's changed in size or shape and of course to check on baby. Then he gave orders for the dreaded word: bedrest.
Ack. Bedrest with a very active 21 month old is just about as close to impossible as you can get. I'm trying to take it as easy as possible and so far, so good.
Of course I'm a little anxious about the ultrasound next week. To tell you the truth, I wish it were this Thursday instead of a week from Thursday. But things are what they are, and I'm trying to wait with confidence. The Lord has given me a peace that can only come from Him. I feel safe in believing this baby is just fine and in the best hands possible--the Lord's.
Please continue to pray for us and the health of our growing child. We know that these prayers are being lifted up by God's most precious children, and we thank you!