Shutting the hell up now
I swear, I am never EVER again talking about how easy and great and non-eventful my pregnancy is going on the Internet. Because as soon as I do, things devolve quickly into a shitstorm that ends with me in OB Triage at my hospital.
Oh yes, irony found me, despite my trying to hide in the world of problem-free pregnantness. After announcing how awesome and normal and non-risky this third pregnancy has been, I woke up this morning to spotting.
Well then. Payback's a bitch, isn't it Miss Big Mouth?
I called my OB's office and they told me to come right in and then I called Josh and told him the situation and of course, neither one of us really freaked out because hello, we've been down this road a time or 30. I got dressed and drove myself to the hospital, where they were expecting me. With the amount of money my insurance company has funneled into that hospital, they should have a bed on permanent reserve for me, but as luck would have it, they weren't busy anyway.
The joy of hitting triage during the day is that in addition to the resident, I also got to deal with med students! I was so happy! Can you tell? Ugh. Three sets of the same questions later (nurse, med student, resident) we finally got down to business.
An ultrasound showed there's no problem with the placenta, monitoring revealed baby is head-down and shaking it's ass like it just doesn't care, doppler reported no contractions and an exam found my cervix long and closed with the stitch firmly in place.
Diagnosis: we don't know what caused it, but you can go home because you're fine. Also? Pelvic rest for you! Thanks for coming, see you in 14 weeks or so.
I was back home in less than two hours, a new personal best for a visit to Triage. At least they were speedy and didn't feel the need to keep me overnight. Small favors.
My track record stands: three pregnancies, three trips to the hospital at 24 weeks. I am going to go pretend I never brought this up. Stupid woman talking about her stupid good luck on her stupid blog. Grumble, grumble. Also, I swore on Tivo in yesterday's sunshine-and-rainbows-pregnancy post and then crappy stuff happened, so clearly there are no Tivo gods and I should just totally give up all religion, including television.
Oh yes, irony found me, despite my trying to hide in the world of problem-free pregnantness. After announcing how awesome and normal and non-risky this third pregnancy has been, I woke up this morning to spotting.
Well then. Payback's a bitch, isn't it Miss Big Mouth?
I called my OB's office and they told me to come right in and then I called Josh and told him the situation and of course, neither one of us really freaked out because hello, we've been down this road a time or 30. I got dressed and drove myself to the hospital, where they were expecting me. With the amount of money my insurance company has funneled into that hospital, they should have a bed on permanent reserve for me, but as luck would have it, they weren't busy anyway.
The joy of hitting triage during the day is that in addition to the resident, I also got to deal with med students! I was so happy! Can you tell? Ugh. Three sets of the same questions later (nurse, med student, resident) we finally got down to business.
An ultrasound showed there's no problem with the placenta, monitoring revealed baby is head-down and shaking it's ass like it just doesn't care, doppler reported no contractions and an exam found my cervix long and closed with the stitch firmly in place.
Diagnosis: we don't know what caused it, but you can go home because you're fine. Also? Pelvic rest for you! Thanks for coming, see you in 14 weeks or so.
I was back home in less than two hours, a new personal best for a visit to Triage. At least they were speedy and didn't feel the need to keep me overnight. Small favors.
My track record stands: three pregnancies, three trips to the hospital at 24 weeks. I am going to go pretend I never brought this up. Stupid woman talking about her stupid good luck on her stupid blog. Grumble, grumble. Also, I swore on Tivo in yesterday's sunshine-and-rainbows-pregnancy post and then crappy stuff happened, so clearly there are no Tivo gods and I should just totally give up all religion, including television.
Labels: Incompetent Cervix, Pregnancy
posted by Amy at
3:17 PM
2 Comments:
Ah man, that sucks. Glad to hear all looks well though.
And apparently my well wishes for remaining hospital-free are worth less than sack of potatoes, too.
never turn your back on the television gods! the warm. blue glow will always envelope you in it's wonderful goodness. So glad everything is okay with you and the baby!
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