My story.

I'm a baby blogger, and kinda clueless as to how to go about the blogosphere, and to top it all off, writing isn't really my strong point, so you'll have to bear with me. I'm assuming that bloggers often tell their story about who they are/why they started a blog/how they got here. So here's mine. (I'll only share the relevant stuff to save me time and you boredom:)

I am pregnant with my second son. I have a beautiful 3 year old named Judah, and two little sparrows in heaven.

At the beginning of this pregnancy, I went in to the ER after thinking I was miscarrying. To my great relief, we saw his little heart still beating, and his little legs still kicking! My placenta was covering my cervix, so they sent me home to stay on bedrest until it moved. After 4 weeks of bedrest, we did an ultrasound and the placenta had moved up! It grows with the uterus, and can even migrate on it's own upwards towards better blood supply. I took it really easy for another two weeks, and was slowly starting to get my activity level back to 'normal.' I celebrated my hubby's and my birthdays, and enjoyed being able to walk around and actually do chores!

Then, on March 25th (23 weeks, 5 days preggo), my hubby and I decided to drive down to try a new restaurant I'd found that serves street food done up all nicely and elephant ears for dessert! My type of place:) But as we got out of the car, I thought I felt something like my water breaking, so we called my midwife and she suggested going to the ER, and we just happened to be near the hospital with the best NICU in the state. So, we grabbed some Dick's burgers cause we were starving, and drove our asses to the ER. I got all checked out and they said they didn't think it was my water breaking, and that I had a very large clot obstructing about half of my placenta. They wanted to keep me overnight. The next morning, they said that they wanted to keep me another 2 weeks and see what happens with the clot. I met with the neonatologists, and learned all about what would happen if they had to deliver preterm. So, 2 weeks went by very uneventfully, and we met again with the doctors after having another ultrasound, and they said that although the clot looked stable, they still wanted to keep me here another few weeks. That night I started bleeding, so I was quite happy to be safe in the hospital. The docs said that when they admit a pregnant lady after she's had a 'bleed' and she bleeds again, then they keep her until delivery. So, that's where I am, just collecting days until Ronan makes his appearance. 34 weeks, and he can be safely delivered, with minimal time in the NICU, and at 37 weeks he's considered 'full term'. I can see the light at the end of the tunnel, and I feel confident that he'll be born safely into my arms...