A hospital from nowhere

I was admitted into the hospital. Nothing was happening tonight. The nurse told me to let her know if I stated to go into labor. The doctor said it could happen at any moment. This was not good news. My husband and I got a private room and paid for a cot for him to sleep on. The room was old and very small. It wasn't dirty per say- just old. I kept reminding myself of the hospitals my mom was in. Her rooms were bigger, but pretty much like this one- old.

Every additional thing is on a cash-only, a la carte system. You have to pay in cash daily for a cot, tv access, even pillows and blankets. They didn't even give us a towel for the room. Since it was so late at night, they couldn't give me any pillows or blankets- that department was closed apparently. Hubby went to a nearby walgreens and bought me a blanket. They had one in the whole store. I guess it was meant for me. I used my clothes as a pillow.

The next morning, the doctor came to see me. The ultrasound looked the same. No fluid and baby was doing well. No labor. That was good. He told me that in some instances, though rare, the fluid does reaccumulate and so just to stay put on bed rest and see what happens.

That was the status quo for the next week. On day three my body had miraculoisly started reaccumulating fluid- a miracle baby and she was mine! Two days later, the fluid leaked out and we were back to square one. In the meantime, I was speaking with my OB's office daily and they were telling me the same thing- the fluid could come back, and that was my only hope, so stay on bed rest. It was easy for them to say. They weren't in a community hospital in puerto rico.

The day the earth stood still

I will never forget the feeling. I was lying in bed reading and it was about 10 pm on a Monday night. My husband and I were on puerto rico- our 5 year wedding anniversary trip. Our baby moon as it is called. Sally Ann was 17 weeks gestation. I had just finished watching a BBC pregnancy calender DVD that shows what is developing at what time frame. I had found out recently that my baby's hearing was developed and that she could recognize her mom's voice. I was talking to her a lot in the days before. How cool! She could hear me and I could tell her how much I love her.

That feeling. It was like I was peeing all of a sudden. Drip, drip drip. It felt so weird. I couldnt stop it. I went to the bathroom to see what was up and wooosh! Fluid started coming out of me. This is not normal- I knew that. I was panicked. I woke up my husband. He didn't seem too concerned. I called my OB back in the states-the doctor on call called me back quickly. She remained calm and wanted me to do so too. She suggested I relax, stay in bed and go see an OB in the morning.

I was extremely scared. I was wearing a pad and it was drenched in a sort of watery fluid with a distinctive smell. I can't really describe it. It wasn't a bad odor, just something I had never smelled before.

We got to the hospital the next morning at 8:30 am. The concerierge highly recommended this hospital about 10 minutes from the hotel. We signed in- first I wrote on the sign-in paper that I was 37 weeks and water broke. Then I realized what I wrote and changed it to 17 weeks. The happiness of the staff turned to concern. They brought me to a bed and I waited. I waited all day. They took blood, hooked up an IV, took a urine sample. Gave me an ultrasound. No one was saying anything- we just waited. My husband and I talked about dinner. I hadn't eaten anything all day and was starving. We decided that, after this scare, we were NOT having the amnio. We would take what we got and that's that.

This was too much for me to handle. At week 9 I had a blood clot. In the middle of the night, I awoke to a mass of tissue coming out into the toilet. I thought for sure that it was baby. We went to the OB in the morning and baby was just fine but I had developed a blood clot in my uterus that remained there, though getting smaller since then. Every couple weeks I would have a massive bleed, followed by occasional spotting. I was on modified bed rest off and on for weeks 9 through 16. I had gotten the ok to come back to work and the ok to go to puerto rico. I had no bleeding for 3 weeks prior to the trip. Doesn't do me any good now. I wondered if the two might be related.

The doctor finally came in at about 4:30 pm to talk. He brought us to a labor and delivery room. This scared the heck out of me. Why was I in this room? He proceeded to tell me that my water broke, as I had suspected, and that there was pretty much no amniotic fluid left in me. He said that I would most likely go into labor in the next 48 hours but I could help the process along if I liked. Was he out of his mind? I couldn't understand what he was saying to me. I think he was saying I should terminate the pregnancy. Yes- that is what he was saying. At 17 weeks gestation, the pregnancy was not viable and would still be considered an abortion. The baby, on the other hand, was doing well- the ultrasound showed a normal heartbeat and movement.

I thought was going to pass out. What were my OTHER options? Well- the doctor mentioned that I could get an infection since my cervix would be opening. That would be bad. I asked if I could possibly have IV antibiotics. The doctor thought that would be ok. I was confused, scared and inconsolable. Then I started bleeding. Damn this! This was my baby. This can't be happening to me. Please! Tell me this isn't happening!