Trip to the ER

So very much has happened since I last posted. It all started with a trip to the ER on 7/15. Even though I am writing this post on 7/30, I'll backdate it so it appears in its proper place.

Saturday, August 15th I finally got the nerve up to buy some maternity clothes. Maternity clothes had been off-limits for me to even think about, but we'd seen our precious babies' heartbeats several times by that point-- had even heard them via the ultrasound at our 7w5d appointment with the RE. We'd been released from the RE at that same appointment, and I felt confident that I had joined the ranks of regular pregnant women (albeit with twins, which are somewhat higher risk than a singleton).

So I was out shopping on Saturday. Found some jeans and a couple of work-worthy tops. Ran a few other errands and arrived home with takeout for dinner at about 9:30 pm. I stopped to go to the restroom and found I had spotted brown while I was out.

As much as I'd heard repeatedly that spotting is normal during early pregnancy, it was a very different thing to see it myself. Worried, I dove into the pregnancy books I have, looking for answers. I called my sister-in-law, herself recently pregnant with twins (my two adorable nephews who I have yet to meet in person), to ask if she'd experienced anything like this. We chatted for a while and I felt much relieved.

When I got up from where I had been laying while talking on the phone, I felt a gush of warmth. I tried to talk myself into the possibility that I had imagined it as I rushed to the bathroom.

And there it was-- bright, bright red blood. A lot of it. I sat on the toilet and sobbed.

Sylvia came around the corner and said "I'm taking you in." I didn't argue.

We got to the ER about half an hour later. We were checked in at the front desk and given a number. We went and sat numbly in the waiting room as I wished they didn't have the TVs tuned to bad news. War news on one and a movie about a woman trying to escape her abusive husband on the other. (Seriously? Is that really what you want to show a room full of anxious people in pain?)

After a few hours (which felt like an eternity), we were called back and given a room. They drew my blood (lots of it) and left us for two hours. The nurse reappeared to set an IV, so S slipped out of the room to go to the restroom. Right then, the ultrasound tech came in. As she was wheeling me out of the room, the nurse told her that my "friend" was with me. The tech barked "I don't allow anyone in the ultrasound room with me." I tried to clarify that it was my partner, not just some random friend, and she said "No one. No husbands, no boyfriends, no one."

As she wheeled me down the hall to the ultrasound room, I was filled with a mix of anger and frusteration at the tech and fear and anxiety for our babies. I kept envisioning S returning to an empty ER room, wondering where I'd been taken.

The tech started the ultrasound trans-abdominally. She didn't say a word as she pushed hard on my stomach. She kept clicking pictures, but said nothing and I couldn't read her face for the life of me. The screen was far out of my view. I finally asked: "Can you see heartbeats?" She gave me a dismissive look and said "I think so, but I don't know yet. Just wait."

After a while, she switched to the trans-vaginal ultrasound wand. Never in all the ultrasounds I'd had had anyone said either of the babies were hard to find, but she kept saying she couldn't find the second one, and she dug hard with the wand trying to get a good picture. It was the most painful ultrasound I've ever had.

Around this time, I heard Sylvia in the hall, calling my name. I called back "I'm in here, but they won't let you come in." She clearly didn't hear me because a minute later she called my name again. This time, the tech answered in a rude tone, indicating that I'd be out when we were done, but she couldn't come in. Not usually one to quiver in the face of medical professionals, I meekly tried to explain that Sylvia must not have heard me the first time. No response.

After another 20 minutes of poking and prodding (and a switch back to the trans-abdominal wand), she handed me some paper towels to clean myself off with. Still not having heard how our babies were doing, and fearing that no news meant bad news, I asked again: "Were you able to find the two heartbeats?" She said yes, and told me Baby A's heartrate (but not Baby B's). At that point I was just so happy to hear that there were two heartbeats and the babies were okay I didn't press her for more information. She wheeled me back to the holding room, barely glancing at S, who had been outside the door the whole time.

Eventually the ER doc came in and said that I had a subchorionic hematoma, and that that was what had caused the bleeding. He said I needed to get in to see my regular doctor on Monday, and in the meantime I should rest and keep my fluid intake up.

A few more tests and half a bag of IV fluids later, we were discharged. We arrived home at 5:30 AM and went straight to bed.