Just when I was ready to fall into a familiar and happy fall routine my world kind of got dumped on its head. On Monday I started bleeding and was sent into the hospital for tests, Tuesday found me at the radiologists in hopes that they would find the source of the bleeding, and all week has been one of many questions with no answers. My doctor was away and I never seemed to speak to the same person twice, and always on my own initiative (noone was calling me) and until yesterday I was completely in the dark and felt like I was wandering around in no man's land without an advocate. The ultrasound tests I took on Tuesday morning weren't signed off on until FRIDAY morning and noone could give me an answer one way or the other until they knew the results of those tests. It was very emotionally draining.
Finally my doctor was back and I had an appointment to see him first thing yesterday morning only to get there and find out that he had just been called away to labor and delivery. I literally felt the tears well up and felt I couldn't spend one more day in the dark. Thankfully another doctor in my clinic had a cancellation later that morning and took me in, and by that time my ultrasound report had FINALLY been released and he was able to give me some answers and counsel.
So it turns out that I have a very low lying placenta. 1.8 cm from my cervix with the baby laying transverse right on top of it. Not good. The tests weren't able to show conclusively where the bleeding was coming from (because I wasn't bleeding at that moment, but have bled once daily since Monday, flow... not spotting), but it is possible it is coming from pressure on my placenta which is a common occurence with placenta previa.
Practically speaking I am supposed to take it easy, avoiding all lifting or straining, or any jarring movements, but if things don't change in the next three weeks it will get more serious. This pesky placenta needs to move out of there and get back in its proper place or I will find myself being ordered on bed rest and then later a scheduled c-section. Would appreciate prayers that neither of those things happen. (Well, I don't care about the c-section so much, but I really can't imagine the thought of 5 months of bed rest).
So that's where I've been and that's where I'm at. Very thankful to at least know what is going on, and that it is not something more serious, but it is still pretty serious for a busy momma of 5 (with a dear extended family of 6 staying with us until they find housing and work) to immagine the possible repurcussions of this complication.
Love to you all.
