What a scare!

October 2, 2009! We were packing up, getting ready for our trip to Washington D.C.. I had to pee before we left, and I was spotting lightly since the night before. I wiped and there was bright red blood. I thought it was over for sure. I told Rob that I was losing the baby. He asked if I still wanted to go to D.C. and I said, we might as well. Not taking the trip wasn't going to stop the inevitable. So, we get up there and the bleeding stops. It turns into brown blood.
After a couple of days of that, my sister, Michelle, insists that my husband take me to the emergency room on base. After 9 hours of waiting, we get an ultrasound and bloodwork. My HCG levels are over 8,000 which they say is great, but the ultrasound had me measuring at less than 4 weeks when I was supposed to be almost 6. I was terrified and truly disappointed, not to mention, it was our 9 year wedding anniversary and it felt like a waste sitting in the ER. I figured it was over for sure. 2 days later, we did a tour of the White House. Morning sickness was hitting me hard. I almost vomited in the President's Red Room!
After the tour, we headed back to my sister's house and when I went to the bathroom, there was the bright red blood again. Michelle had bought us all breakfast, but I was too scared to eat it. Instead, I went downstairs and laid down with my feet up. The E.R. scheduled us an appointment for later that day, and Rob and I went there. I told him I doubted they'd see anything. The doctor was so sweet! I wish she lived here so that I could have her! She did the ultrasound and she pointed out the baby to Rob. He was so happy! It was his first time EVER being with me when I got an ultrasound.


We didn't see the heartbeat or anything, but it was still a little miracle in itself. The doctor assured me that everything looked really good, but she told us no sex and we had to be really careful with our little peanut.