It’s safe to say that without my husband, my world would turn upside down and I wouldn’t have control of it.
We all have past relationships, but there’s always one that stands out of all of them, the type that makes you forget every horrible thing that has ever happened to you because you’re overwhelmed with happiness.
I couldn’t imagine life without him, but of course I have and it’s a very sad life, a life that I never want to live.
I woke up Monday morning and thought I peed myself. I used the bathroom and the water kept on coming out and that’s when I realized that my water had been broken.
Sunday night I was shaving my dog, he got away from me and I tried to catch him by reaching down to grab what I could of his skin, but instead I staggered and fell/slid on the concrete part of our backyard. A few minutes later, I felt a leak, but it was so small that I figured it was nothing. I was in pain after that though, my hips felt like they were shattered into pieces so getting up or moving in any way was torture.
I finally went into Labor & Delivery once my husband came home from physical training. They transferred me to a hospital that has a NICU.
The same hospital I was in last week. I’ve made it to 24 weeks and 2 days. I’ve started to loose my mucus plug, but everything seems to be fine. Baby is still producing amniotic fluid and is still moving around like he normally does. We had an ultrasound the other day and everything was hard to see since he’s barely surrounded by any amniotic fluid anymore. My poor little baby.
As far as my doctors have seen, I have not dilated yet, my cerclage hasn’t ripped and no vaginal bleeding. All good signs.
I’m getting amazing care, but what’s more important to me is that this baby gets the best care.
My husband has been right by my side the whole time… besides having to go home and tend to our idiot dog.
I know that I shouldn’t blame the dog for what happened, but it’s safe to say that my life would have been better off without him.
After I lost my daughter from our last pregnancy, I thought having a dog to keep me company would make everything better. It didn’t, it only made my life worse.
Anyways, I’m trying to stay positive, it’s hard… but I might as well.
I now have a possible viable baby in case I go into preterm labor, but I’m hoping that won’t be the case.
I’ve been in the hospital since early Friday 3 a.m and transported via ambulance to a different hospital which takes care of high risk pregnancies. It’s now Tuesday and my doctor said I’m free to go :)
I feel bad that my husband spent his 4 day weekend at the hospital with me, but very thankful. If he wasn’t here, I’d probably be very depressed.
I hope I stay pregnant until 40 weeks :) I doubt it, but I’m hopeful.
I’m excited to go home, I miss our bed.