I went to the doctor at 11 weeks and 6 days and we saw nothing wrong with our baby or my uterus. They saw no cause of bleeding. My doctor then did a pelvic exam on me and just saw nothing but old blood, that's it. So she told me to take it easy and as long as it didn't get worse, I should be ok. 

Old blood could be left over from a period or could also be left over from when the baby was implanting itself to the uteran wall. It could be maybe caused by irritating. Heck, it could be a million things but as long as it wasn't hurting my child, I was ok. 

I went on about my week as normal. There had been a huge snow storm hit our small town in Kentucky and my husband and I ended up calling into work. We were happy to finally get a lazy day together and spent our time watching movies and cuddling. I had taken a small nap on the couch and had laid on my back. 

When I woke up of course like any other pregnant woman, I had to go pee. As soon as I lifted myself from my couch I had a sharpe pain inside my right hip. I limped my way to the bathroom, not thinking nothing of it until I looked down as I say on the toilet and noticed my pee was pink and when I wiped I had started spotting bright pink blood.

My heart jumped into my throat and I immediately started to panick. I yelled for my husband and showed him what I was seeing. Each time I wiped there was more blood. Wes ran outside and started shoving slow from our Honda civic. Yes, we drove that Honda civic through 6 inches of snow lol. 

As he was preparing the car I had to call my mom. I didn't know what to do and I knew she would had calmed me down. As I was on the phone with her, I went into the bathroom to double check to make sure I was still spotting. I prayed that it stopped or eased up. 

I began pouring blood. Like worse than a period and I began bawling my eyes out on the phone with my mom. I didn't want to loose my baby. I love my child so much. This can not be happening! Why me? I'm not strong enough to handle the loss of my child. 

My mom snapped me back into reality real quick. "You need to stay calm or your going to hurt your child even worse! Breath, it will be ok. Bleeding can be caused by a numerous of things. You have to stay strong for that child or your stress level will make you have a miscarriage."

I took in a deep breath, walked myself through the snow, and sat down in my car and was as calm as can be. My poor husband tried to stay calm for me and got us through the horrid snow storm we had. I prayed the whole time that God would get us to the hospital. That everything would be alright. He would take care of my baby. 

As soon as we got to the hospital, I ran into the ER and told the front desk assistant, "I am 12 weeks pregnant and I have sever bleeding. I need to get back there as soon as possible."

The assistant blinked towards me, handed me a sign in sheet and paperwork, and said in the most timeless voice I've ever heard "Here fill this out." And then turned away. There was no comfort. No trying to calm me down, which you would think in the ER they would try to do that. I was extremely mad. That was the first time I ever met the mama bear inside me. She was sassy and I liked her. 

"I am bleeding as we talk. It's going down my leg. I need to get back there now!" I had shouted, causing people to look over towards us with wide eyes. 

Wes had to stand in front of me and fill out the paperwork. He took my arm and begged me to sit down and wait. "It's not going to be like in the movies where they drag you back as soon as you walk in." He had said which only made mama bear even madder. 

I could had been loosing my child which is a life. There was a life on hand and they cared about paperwork? They made me wait? I was about to rip someone's head off. 

Finally after waiting around 10-15 minutes, we were entered into the ER. They gave me some pads to lay on and a gown to change into. I felt like my body was going into shock. I was sweating yet I was shaking all over. 

Thank god for my mother because as soon as she came into the room, I felt a little calmer. She tried to make me laugh and take my mind off the fact that I was bleeding severely. It worked for a little while. 

Finally the ultra sound tech took Wes and I back into the ultra sound room. We were about to get some answers. I prayed the whole way that there would still be a heart beat. That my baby would be wiggling around. 

The ultra sound tech smiled and moved the screen so I could see, which I was VERY thankful for because I was able to see my baby wiggle around and even wave it's tiny hands around as if saying, "I'm still here mommy." I almost broke down right there. Thank The Lord my child was ok. The ultra sound tech saw nothing wrong which gave us some hope. 

The next step was blood work and I was also thankful to find out I had A+ Type blood. Positive blood means that my antibodies would not try to fight off my baby if mixed into my uterus. More good news. More hope. 

I had to go to the restroom really bad and thankfully the nurses let me go. As I got up I saw the wide eyed look on my mother's face and knew something was wrong. I looked down and noticed I had the pads underneath me soaked in blood and so was the back of my gown. 

I was so embarrassed and had Wes get me hospital socks and a new gown. In the bathroom I was still shaking horridly. I was still pouring blood but this time we at least had some hope. I cleaned myself up and we managed our way into the room. 

The last step was a pelvic exam which of course I had my mom to step out of the room for that. The woman that did my exam was a Physicans Assistant, I have to add that factor into the story. She for one, opened me way to harshly which could had caused more bleeding. Secondly she freaked out at how much blood I had and I also managed to pass a huge blood clot. Once she saw that, she was done. 

"Ma'am, your blood clot was huge. In miscarriages sometimes the uterus will fall apart." I don't remember what she said after that. It was just like in the movies; her voice got muffled, the room was spinning, and I couldn't feel anything. 

Suddenly her voice snapped into reality. "This could possibly be a miscarriage and you need to prepare yourself." 

I wanted to scream at her. I wanted to tell her that she had no idea what she was even doing or talking about. I just saw my baby. My baby was moving. My baby can't be dead. How the hell can I prepare myself for this? It's my child. It's a life! 

"But in the ultra sound, we saw the baby move. It had a strong heart beat. How?" Wes had spoke for me. 

Suddenly the woman wasn't sure of herself. She had not seen the ultra sound yet. Hope leaked back inside my heart and I started to feel again. Still the woman was leaning towards miscarriage and as soon as she shut the door, I started bawling. 

We sat in that room for an hour. We prayed for an hour. I cried for an hour while my poor husband felt hopeless and didn't know what to do. For an hour, I was in hell. It was the worst hour of my life. 

The Physicians Assistant walked into our room after what felt like days and managed to smile. Mama bear wanted to rip that smile away from her face but I sat there calmly. "Your ultra sound came back fine. We are not sure what is wrong. We are calling this a risked miscarriage and you can go home but you need to see your doctor as soon as possible." 

What? So my baby is ok? This isn't a misscarriage? Thank you God! Why do I still want to rip off her smile? 

We were so relived but I was still worried sick because I was bleeding heavily still. We managed to score some pads while at the hospital for me to sleep on and Wes ended up buying me wipes, adult diapers, and pads. Bless his heart he had no idea what I would need lol. I was and still am so thankful for him. 

I laid down a pad on our bed, threw on a pair of depends, and laid on my left side. It must had helped because the next day I had stopped bleeding like I was and it turned into spotting. More hope! 

We made our way to our doctor's office at 8 o'clock that morning but only to find out they were not opening until one and our doctor didn't even work on Fridays. We decided to go to the ER which was in a different county than where we had went to the night before. 

The way we were treated at this ER was like night and day compared to the one in our home town. The nurses were super sweet and made sure we were comfortable and ok. One nurse even told me she hoped everything was alright. 

The doctor himself was amazing and had a way of making me calm and relax. He decided against another pelvic exam and stuck with a ultra sound. He turned his computer screen our way and explained everything he was looking at and what he was looking for. My baby was still moving and waving its arms, letting us know our baby was ok. 

The doctor was thrilled with the ultra sound and informed us that he would call this "First trimester bleeding". I could had hugged him. That was the news I wanted to hear. We made an appointment with our doctor that Monday and took it easy for the rest of the weekend. 

At our appointment on Monday we was able to see our baby again, the only positive thing from this scary experience. Of course, or baby was fine and it was amazing to see how much our baby had grown in the matter of a week and while all of this was going on. I had taken a photo as comparison. 

The ultra sound tech saw no bleeding in the uterus and saw no signs of what could had caused the bleeding. It all still remained a mystery but thankfully my bleeding had slowed down to spotting and instead of being bright red, it was dark which was a good thing. 

Finally we managed to get some answers a week later when we visited a high risk specialist in Lexington. The ultra sound tech was amazing and the ultra sound they had there was more high tech and we saw just exactly what had caused the bleeding. 

I had a Subtonic Hemorrage, which is a collection of blood between the uterus wall. The Hemorrage I had was so small that the doctor threw his hands in the air and said he wasn't worried about it as long as my bleeding had slowed down and I wasn't experiencing any pain. 

This isn't very common for women but for this doctor, he deals with nothing but high risk pregnancies and have seen much bigger hemorrhages and much worse. This made me feel SO relieved! He also mentioned that sometimes these hemorrhages can be healed as the body absorbs the blood itself. He made an appointment for me to come back at 20 weeks to check on the Hemorrage. 

Finally we had answers and my baby was healthy as can be. Life was falling back into place again and mama bear went back into her cave, for now. We had also managed to find out what we wrote having as well!!!!!! The high tech ultra sound was so awesome that at 14 weeks we found out what our baby was. BUT I'll save that for another post 😉. 

I hope that if any mama-to-be is experiencing bleeding like I had or any similar experience like the one I had, that this post and my story will make you feel better. Always believe in God and always pray. What ever is meant to happen will happen and sometimes all you can do is hang onto all the hope you can summon to help get you through such a scary experience. 

I still find myself freaking out if I feel like I might had started bleeding or if I have a sudden pain. I feel like that experience scard me for life but as long as my baby is ok, I'm happy. It will all be ok mamas! 

And to finish of this long post, here is my belly updates: