Normally I reflect on Elijah’s story near his birthday, but in the last two days I’ve talked about him twice, so I thought I would share it.
It was Father’s day when I watched the two lines appear on the pregnancy test. This was my second pregnancy, and so I thought I knew what to expect. With Kaylin I got the worst case of morning sickness you could imagine. I was sick 24 hours a day, 7 days a week to a point where I had to go to er just to have help with dehydration and ketones. With her I had to take zofran just to tone it down to constantly feeling nauseated but able to not get fully sick. Other than that, really, the pregnancy was a breeze. So when these two lines appeared, confirming what I knew in my heart to be true, I was prepared for the nausea, but not for what would happen at 24 weeks.
I had been at a church service, and it was in the evening. People get to socializing and what not, so it was fairly late when we got home. And, as you would expect with pregnancy, lol, I headed right for the bathroom. When I sat down, I felt a rush of warm… it was blood and a lot of it. I started shouting for my husband to come, I was in full panic almost immediately. We didn’t live far from the hospital, so he got some towels and off we rushed to the ER.
When the ER Doctor went to look at what was going on, it caused a second woosh of warm blood. I won’t be graphic about it, but there was a lot. They hooked me up to an IV, and prepared me for the worst case scenario… D and C. They were prepared to ‘take care of things’ immediately, fearing that I was going to bleed to death. I was trying very hard to remain calm. I could feel Elijah moving, it was only the fluttering as it was 24 weeks… but I knew it was him and in my heart I was determined to not let them go to “worst case scenario”
I had a very good OBGYN who determined that we would first take ultrasounds, would get a feel for what was going on, and would admit me for observation. 24 hours would decide.
The ultrasound was not the normal “aww look there’s a baby” kind. They would not let me see the screen, the faces and expression neutral as they pointed, nodded and noted everything they were finding. A tear would find it’s way down my cheek in the dark. I started to hum a lullabye, for some reason I can’t recall which one, but I did what my heart knew to do. It calmed me down, and ELijah responded to it. He started to move for the ultra sound, they knew he was thriving.
Overnight, they checked me every ten minutes or so.. the bleeding slowed and I was released to go home on strict bed rest. not even allowed to walk to the car. the only thing I could get up for was to go to the bathroom… and a shower every few days.
I had developed a blood clot… and it ruptured, thankfully, early enough to just bleed out.
It was a long pregnancy being in bed for just about the entirety of it, but it was worth it. Elijah was worth every moment I endured.
Elijah loves music, by the way. He sings when he’s happy… and when he’s sad… he hums, just like momma had done.