Well I am hesitant to post this, but since we have already been so open and honest here with all things how can I not...
Yesterday I woke up feeling very normally pregnant, sick and all. Then out of nowhere I was playing with caed (stop reading if you don't want to her too much information about my body) and felt warm blood. I freaked out and went to bathroom and there were gushes of blood. Found phone called Sean to come home, called good friend to come get Caed. And laid down on my couch, while laying there looking up at the poster that I made last year that has the verse, "In everything give thanks, for this is Gods will for you in Christ Jesus" and if ever there has been a time that I wanted to call that 'rubbish' it was then (though I tried to still list off things I was thankful for). Sean got home, held me we prayed, asked for the one hundredth time for God's mercy. After much looking on the Internet, calling our doc in Thailand and talking to a few others we decided to rest and see what happened then go in for ultrasound the next day (today).
After many long hours the bleeding did stop, never any cramps this whole time. And then (stop reading if you are afraid of TMI) just brown old blood for the next 10 hours.
I slept horrible, so afraid of bleeding again and so sure that this pregnancy was over.
We went to the local hospital (you are a lucky person if you have never had to endure small local Chinese hospitals). I was real nervous they would be cold and unhelpful and not let Sean in (as men are not usually allowed in women's department. They let Sean in. I am seven weeks today. They refused to internal ultrasound, so did abdominal instead. First time she (and the other five people in the room who were all watching) said they thought they saw a heartbeat, to go drink lots of water and come back. Thirty minutes later there was a heartbeat we could see and hear. Then we go back and meet with the doctor, which is where I wish I wasn't in China. Because its all in Chinese, baby is good size 2.5x2.8 cm. Everyone there kept calling the baby our guier (literally expensive baby- but maybe translated like most precious baby?) because we told them it was an ivf baby. We are pretty sure she said there was some blood around the outside of the placenta. She said to rest 3 days not to worry or be nervous and eat lots of vegetables and try not to poop (um this has to be China advice right?!) Of course no sex (last thing on anyone's mind) and no heavy lifting.
So here I am in bed resting. Going a little crazy. Having some hope but also not knowing what in the world is going on. Wishing I could talk to an English speaking specialist/doctor. Holding this baby with open arms, in a posture of surrender to the Lord, all while asking/begging for his mercy on us. Walking down a road I do not want to be on. Thankful for helpful friends, encouraging words and Sean.
Anyone out there experienced something like this before? I still feel nauseous, they took my blood today and I almost threw up, but maybe that's because of all the meds I'm on or the fact I lost a lot of blood.
So now we wait. Again. Wait. Hope. Pray. Wait. Rest. Beg. Wait for hope and future or wait for loss, I am not sure.