She was home cleaning our room, when she suddenly felt very sick and layed down on the bed. The flu was going around and Michelle thought that she caught it. She woke up to the kids beating each other up, Tom outside with rock for the driveway, and about a hundred other things all going on at one time. When she back in the house she went to the bathroom and saw some blood. It wasn't a lot, but because our last miscarriage she was concerned.
She called the doctors and they agreed to see her, if only to make her feel better. The doctor gave us that whole "this happens all the time, its probably nothing to worry about. I'm just going to do a quick exam and then we'll all feel better about it."
He started the exam talking about this and that, and then all of sudden he shut up and got serious. He told Michelle not to move. Sure enough the bag of waters was seeping through a bit. The whirlwind started. He quickly had us on the way to Emanuel Hospital to meet a Dr. Jenkins. "Take a wheelchair. Don't walk."
Of course we get to Emanuel and the only wheelchair I could fine was this really uncomfortable basket-looking thing. I tried, but Michelle wanted nothing to do with it and she walked in on her own.
Dr. Jenkins apparently had gone home for the night and we deal with some nice hospitalists. The bags had come out some and they were going over the options with us. Bedrest, a cerclage (where they stitch the cervix together), etc.. Everything wasn't proven to do anything, but they would try whatever we wanted.
Michelle was put in the trendelenburg position where your head is lower than your buttocks. The idea being that the waters might recede with a little gravity. The hospitalist told us that a doctor would be in the morning to discuss our next move.
The night quickly ended and we attempted to go to sleep not knowing what was going to happen.
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