On Wednesday as I prepared to do the huge pile of washing up in the kitchen before Matt got back from work I went to use the toilet before commencement... a strange thing to tell the world I hear you say but when I went I discovered a small amount of blood.
No words can really express the panic or the speed of thoughts that went through my head upon seeing that blood. I am 33 weeks (7 weeks to go!!!) and am no way prepared to have the baby now! (although my hospital bag was packed!) I was thinking what I might have done to cause this, how Bob was, not to panic, and now the washing up wasn't going to get done... bizarre thinking. I cried and grabbed my pink papers to phone the mid-wife.
On the front of my pink papers I was confronted with ten numbers and didn't know which f**king one to call!!! Can't they make them simpler!? In the end I opted for the delivery suite at East Surrey hospital. The woman I spoke to was very helpful and patient (as initially I couldn't talk through the tears). She told me to get some transport and come up to get checked out.
My mum picked me up and after calling my husband to tell him what was happening I was on my way to the hospital. Thank god for my mum being local as my husbands new employment didn't seem too happy at him leaving to see me. How nice of them.
Thankfully Bob had been kicking all the way to the hospital which stabilised my sanity. Upon arriving at the hospital a lovely friendly mid-wife told me how common it was and not to worry. They hooked me up to the baby heart beat machine and monitored Bob for half an hour. In which time Bob was well awake and kicking like mad. Only a good thing I was told.
After knowing that Bob was fine we waited A LONG TIME to see a doctor. I didn't mind though as I knew baby was OK it was just that the doctor was busy. She finally arrived and I told her the details including my suspected Placenta Previa which Matt and I were thinking could be the reason for the show of blood. She proceeded to examine me internally (yeah, nice) and told me she couldn't see any problems which was SO good to hear. These things can happen it can be a burst blood vessel or something not serious like that. Luckily it wasn't my mucus plug.
The whole experience scared me a lot. Its made me slow down on the house preparation front. That morning I had been putting up shelves and feeling invincible. Not now - I am going to take it easy now. No more parachuting and gymnastics ;-)
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