Well, not the most fun day I've ever had. This morning Matt and his sister came to get Iris to do something fun with her. I thought I would take the opportunity to run some errands with Eloise. Our first stop was the dispensary at the natural health clinic I used to work at to pick up some supplements for Iris. As I was standing at the cash register I felt a gush of blood. I thought, hmmm, that's interesting. Then immediately another gush of blood, and it kept coming until my pants were soaked and it was running down my legs and pooling on the floor. I freaked out and said to the girl working "oh my god, I'm bleeding all over the place, I don't know what's going on!". Someone took Eloise for me and I said I had to go to the bathroom (like that was going to help at that point!) and so I walked to the bathroom and some people came in to help me. They had me lay on the floor and a doctor came in as well as the girl who was holding Eloise. Then the paramedics arrived and started doing all their stuff. They loaded me on to a gurney and put me in an ambulance and took me to the hospital. The girl who was holding Eloise drove to the hospital in my car, and someone called Melissa and Matt to tell them what happened. They met me there shortly after I got there. Melissa stayed, but Matt took Iris back to my place for her nap.
After spending many hours in the hospital, basically, I'm fine. I'm guessing I should have written that first, for anyone who was worried! Having Melissa there was wonderful and luckily Eloise slept for the whole time except for waking up twice to nurse. They did an exam and an ultrasound and found nothing terribly suspicious. So now I'm supposed to take it easy. I spoke to the midwife on the phone during the car ride home (my friend Julia picked me up) and she said "you know that sign you were waiting for from your body saying you were doing too much? Well, you just got it."
This just sucks. Really, really sucks. I didn't think I was over-doing it but apparently I was. I don't really know how NOT to over-do it. How does a single mama take it easy? I wish I could afford a live-in housekeeper or something.
Oh, and the one funny thing is that Melissa was wheeling me out of the hospital in a wheel chair while I held Eloise. The people we passed sort of looked at us like "oh! the new baby!" I kept wanting to say "she was born at home! Ten days ago!" haha.