The trouble all started after dinner tonight, when I realized that I was bleeding. Obviously, the first sign of significant bleeding during pregnancy triggers the panic reflex in everyone involved, so all three of us rushed to the ER... where we sat around doing pretty much nothing for nearly four hours. That was tons of fun with a two-year-old who hadn't eaten dinner yet (she napped late today), let me tell you. She pressed the nurse call button twice, which was completely embarrassing, especially the second time, and she nearly tantrumed many times. *sigh*
I never really broke down this time. I thought at first that it was because I was so used to miscarriage that I was numb to it, or that I Pearl's birth had made me not care about miscarriage anymore, but eventually I realized that it was because it felt so different this time. The biggest difference was that I wasn't in pain. My pain level was very, very low, and that is not at all typical of a miscarriage. Also, the blood wasn't bright red, though it certainly was enough blood to be worrisome. It wasn't like I was spotting. But something just didn't seem to fit to me, and I kept telling DH that it felt different.
So finally they called me back for an ultrasound, and to our delight the baby was okay. It was just a subchorionic bleed (which at that point I pretty much knew, since the bleeding was slowing down), and on top of that they could even detect a hb of 111 bpm.
I still don't feel out of the woods (and I don't think DH does, either) because we lost our second baby after seeing a heartbeat of 107 bpm at 6w1d. I'm 6w2d this time, and the hb is so close... we just can't be reassured yet that things will be okay. But at least the baby is still alive today, and that's something.
Tomorrow morning I'm going to call the midwife and see what she wants me to do. Does anyone have experience with this? What do doctors do about these sorts of things?