It's been a long week for the Landry's. Brandon has been working like a madman. He left our apartment Sunday night at 9:30p and did not return home until Tuesday at 8:30p. Then he got up at 5am on Wednesday to go back to work. However, he only worked a ten hour day on Wednesday because of me.
Most of you know that Brandon and I are expecting our first baby in October. We thought I was about 12 weeks along and due on October 22. Well, on Wednesday morning, around 5am, I started bleeding heavily. Around 9am, I called my doctor and they had me come to the emergency room right away. My heart was pounding so hard they had to wait to take my blood pressure. Finally they put me in a bed in the ER and started running tests. The first, of course, was an ultrasound. It showed that the baby was fine, great heartbeat, and moving around well. But I'm still bleeding pretty heavy, so they do a pelvic exam. For you men, that's when your feet are up in stir-ups, your butt is way in the air, and strangers become intimate friends.
Of course, as I am in this horrid position having my exam, the nurse says "Hum. That's interesting." As soon as everything was done I asked, "What's interesting?" She said that she saw "something" and was sending the results to my doctor, who would talk to me about it. Long story short, after four hours in ER, two more tests, and tons of worrying later, I was admitted into the hospital.
After reading the ultrasounds, they discovered that I am 15 weeks pregnant, well into my second trimester, four and 1/2 months. Our new due date is October 4th. I finally got to talk to the doctor around 5pm, and the cause of all the bleeding (I had never stopped bleeding) is a polyp on the outside of my cervic. So while the baby is perfect (the doctor's words, not mine) I have to just let it keep bleeding until it goes away on it's own because they don't want to do anything to disrupt the baby, who is very secure and baking well in my oven. They kept me overnight for observation and let me leave this morning after taking my blood and determining that I'm not in any danger. So it was just very very scary and tiring. I have never stayed overnight as a patient, and wasn't a fan of being wheeled around everywhere. And certainly not a fan of very uncomfortable hospital beds. I made Brandon leave around 9pm because he had worked all day, worried about me, took care of Bruno, and looked horribly tired. Of course, he came back right at 8am, bringing food!! He's been wonderful, even though he is completely exhausted, mentally and physically.
Here is my only battle scar from the whole thing. My left arm is apparently hard to get blood from.
Most of you know that Brandon and I are expecting our first baby in October. We thought I was about 12 weeks along and due on October 22. Well, on Wednesday morning, around 5am, I started bleeding heavily. Around 9am, I called my doctor and they had me come to the emergency room right away. My heart was pounding so hard they had to wait to take my blood pressure. Finally they put me in a bed in the ER and started running tests. The first, of course, was an ultrasound. It showed that the baby was fine, great heartbeat, and moving around well. But I'm still bleeding pretty heavy, so they do a pelvic exam. For you men, that's when your feet are up in stir-ups, your butt is way in the air, and strangers become intimate friends.
Of course, as I am in this horrid position having my exam, the nurse says "Hum. That's interesting." As soon as everything was done I asked, "What's interesting?" She said that she saw "something" and was sending the results to my doctor, who would talk to me about it. Long story short, after four hours in ER, two more tests, and tons of worrying later, I was admitted into the hospital.
After reading the ultrasounds, they discovered that I am 15 weeks pregnant, well into my second trimester, four and 1/2 months. Our new due date is October 4th. I finally got to talk to the doctor around 5pm, and the cause of all the bleeding (I had never stopped bleeding) is a polyp on the outside of my cervic. So while the baby is perfect (the doctor's words, not mine) I have to just let it keep bleeding until it goes away on it's own because they don't want to do anything to disrupt the baby, who is very secure and baking well in my oven. They kept me overnight for observation and let me leave this morning after taking my blood and determining that I'm not in any danger. So it was just very very scary and tiring. I have never stayed overnight as a patient, and wasn't a fan of being wheeled around everywhere. And certainly not a fan of very uncomfortable hospital beds. I made Brandon leave around 9pm because he had worked all day, worried about me, took care of Bruno, and looked horribly tired. Of course, he came back right at 8am, bringing food!! He's been wonderful, even though he is completely exhausted, mentally and physically.
Here is my only battle scar from the whole thing. My left arm is apparently hard to get blood from.
So that's what we've been doing this week. I rested today, and thankfully finally stopped bleeding this afternoon. Both of us are just very tired, and ready for life to be back to normal. Well, as normal as it can be. One a sour note, I am still very sick with morning sickness, and now that I know I'm in my second trimester, I'm afraid that I'll be sick the whole time. Ugh ugh ugh. So keep us in your prayers, and thanks for all the prayers and good wishes so far. Hopefully next week will be boring and very predictable.
