11 Weeks

Saturday morning I woke up and got ready for the day as usual. Shortly after I got out of the shower I noticed that I had started spotting and my heart sunk. I know that a lot of women spot throughout their pregnancies, but I never did with Mason so I was extremely worried.

I talked with Brad about it and we decided that because it wasn't bright red and I didn't have any cramping that I shouldn't read too much into it.

We headed out for the day and finished our Christmas shopping. Our last stop was Target and I decided to try on a maternity skirt and I noticed that I had started spotting again...quite a bit more than I had been all day. I had a breakdown in the dressing room and had to pull myself together before I walked out. I didn't want the Target employees thinking I was THAT upset that the skirt didn't fit. I looked at Brad, quietly told him that I was spotting again and that we just needed to go. I made it to the car and then I lost it. I was so scared and worried for our sweet baby and felt so powerless...I had no control over what was happening.

That night I didn't sleep.

Sunday morning I woke up and not only was I still spotting, I started having cramps. I bawled again not knowing what I should do. I called my mom and gave her the update. She asked if she could have my aunt call me and talk with me because she has been through this (and worse) many times. Of course I agreed and I couldn't wait to get her phone call.

After I hung up with my mom I decided to just call labor and delivery at the hospital. I knew my doctor's office was closed for the weekend and I knew that there would be a doctor in labor and delivery that maybe I could talk to. Well, the Spirit prompted me to call labor and delivery for a reason, MY doctor was the on call doctor that day. I was able to talk with him and he calmed my nerves quite a bit. He told me that I shouldn't worry either way because at this point in the pregnancy there is no way to prevent a miscarriage and there is nothing to cause one. He told me to take it easy for the remainder of the day (which meant no going to church and chasing after Mason for three hours) and that even if the bleeding stopped he wanted me to come into his office the next day.

Right after I hung up with him my aunt called and talking with her made me feel even better. I am so grateful for my amazing family.

Monday morning I called my doctor's office and they scheduled me for an ultrasound just to make sure everything was OK. 11:00 rolled around and Brad met Mason and me at the hospital. Only a few minutes later they called me back.

I was SO nervous and was hoping for the best but deep down I had prepared myself for the worst.

The ultrasound tech squirted the warm jelly onto my belly and the ultrasound began...

She paused for only a moment and said, "There is the heartbeat!" I breathed a HUGE sigh of relief and almost cried! Watching our baby kick their little arms and legs around was pure joy.

She checked all the baby's measurements, heartbeat (137 bpm), etc. and then checked my insides. Everything looked good. She said that her best guess as to why I was spotting is because my placenta is sitting really low and that if I overdo it even a little bit then it can cause a little bit of spotting.

She told me to continue to take it easy for the next week or so (I'm not even allowed to vacuum) and I should be alright.

Walking out of the hospital I could not wipe the smile off my face! I felt so much better knowing that our baby is doing great and growing just as they should!