If you've been following me on Twitter, you'd have known that I've been ordered to rest by my doctor. As I have never been one to do as she's told, I've still been going to work, playing rough with my toddler, and attending events here and there.
Last Monday, I came home from work at 9pm. The next day, I went to the office early to check on the bible (that's the mock issue) of the November ish before we sent it to the printers then Vince and I drove to Sofitel for Sony's event.
At 6ish, Vince and I had dinner, but mid-way through, I got up from the table and ran to the bathroom. I had a terribly upset stomach. That was also when I saw there was quite a bit of blood down there. Not in the back but at the front of down there. I was alarmed. I literally felt like fainting. I wiped and wiped and there was still blood. There wasn't supposed to be blood. You see, I'm pregnant.
Vince and I rushed to St. Luke's Global. I called my OB and I was instructed to go directly to the labor room. Vince deposited me at the ER then he drove off to park. "I'll meet you at the labor room," he said.
I walked into the ER and said, "Hello, how do I get to the labor room?"
A cute young man said, "I'll bring you there myself, ma'am. Do you have a relative giving birth?"
"No. I'm the patient."
He glanced at my stomach very quickly and seeing that I had no belly worthy of labor, he very politely said, "Oh! Would you like a wheelchair?"
"No. I need to walk off my nervousness. I'm pregnant, you see, and I started bleeding."
He looked alarmed. "Ma'am, you need a wheelchair!"
"Nah. Just walk with me. Labor room. Now."
Elevator doors opened and we stepped in. Silence. Then he said, "You're very... calm."
And I said, "No use worrying." And I smiled at this young boy who looked like he needed more assurance than I did.
At the Maternity Floor, he very quickly looked for a nurse to assist me. I was taken to the labor room. Vince arrived, looking worried. An OBG did an internal exam and said--to everyone's relief--"Your cervix is still very hard." That means my cervix is still closed, which means a miscarriage is not in progress.
Finally, the sonologist came and checked on the baby. Baby was alive. Baby had a strong heartbeat. Baby wiggled. It wiggled its little butt! We laughed. We're fine. We're fine!
Oh, and we've finally come up with a name for the baby: Wiggle!