Remember When?

Remember Tuesday when I was so motivated to start walking and changing my eating habits? Remember how I was so excited to make this pregnancy a lot easier by doing stretches?

Warning: If you have a hard time with blood or bodily malfunctions, you should probably stop reading.

Literally two hours later I was picking up my son from pre-school and I started bleeding heavily. Like  within minutes my clothes were soaked. I took all the kids to a friend and rushed over to my doctor that is luckily only blocks away from my friend. By this time I was in full on panic I could hardly cork my emotions to tell the nurses and front desk girls why I was there. I held it together until my old babysitter walked by and gave me a hug. I'm sure her shirt was soaked with tears by the time I let her go. I was scared. There have been two miscarriages on my husbands side of the family with in this year, I didn't want to have to go through that. I know this baby is supposed to be here!

We finally got into the ultrasound room and got the good and not so great news. Baby is doing awesome! He/She is kicking and moving like crazy. Heart beat is strong. And I'm not in any immediate danger. That's the good news. The not so great news,  I have a Sub-Chronic Hemorrhage right above the pregnancy that could move down and separate the placenta from the baby, which would cause a miscarriage. To try and prevent it from happening I had to be on bed rest for a couple days and pray that it worked. I also had to be on watch to make sure I didn't bleed so much that I bled to death.

So basically I went home scared that I was going to lose the baby or have to rush to the hospital and be stuck there for a while.

The two days dragged on. I always thought that being forced to sit down would be such a blessing, not having to feel guilty about the laundry or the dishes. Well... It was awful!  I had two wonderful ladies from our ward come and help with the kids, but I felt so guilty watching them change my little girl's diapers and having to pick up my kid's messes and I was just sitting there. My husband had to sternly tell me to sit there and suck up my pride. Yeah... Not so fun....

But it was all worth it when I went to my follow up and the hemorrhage was fading and moving away from the baby!

I still have to into the doctors weekly and take it really slow, meaning no exercise.... I have to sit down more than working around the house and limit picking up my baby (Which I'm still really bad at).  But the plus is, I have to drink a lot of water and I can still work on food goals.