ER Visit, Ultrasound & More

Wow, what a day was yesterday.

Everything started out okay and then around noon I had some complications that I won't get too specific about in this public forum. I called the doctor's office to tell them what was going on and to ask them what to do. Their answer was that since I haven't been in to see them yet for an introductory appointment (coming on Tuesday), that I would have to go to the ER and just tell them I am a USF patient. Being told to go to the ER started the waterworks. I called Mike and it is amazing that he could understand me while I was crying through telling him what was going on. I asked him where he was on several projects that had to get done and he immediately told me never mind and he would be there with me. What a relief. I hurried around the house getting ready while Jonathan followed me from room to room saying, "mommy crying? mommy sad?". Poor guy. I grabbed some clothes for him and got changed and headed to the car (with him still in his pajamas).

My friend, Julie, immediately volunteered to take Jonathan and even though I told her at first that I thought he would be okay with Mike, she took the extra step to talk to Mike and came to pick him up. What a HUGE blessing that was. At that point, we had no idea that we were about to spend 8 hours in the ER, most of it in a crowded, freezing cold waiting area.

I'm also thankful for the fact that my pastor, David Goforth, came out to pray with us at the hospital. This was a crazy busy week for him with revival services and a guest evangelist in town, but he took the time to drive 45 minutes each way to encourage us and pray with us. What a blessing it is to have a pastor who truly cares for the hurts of the congregation.

In the end, the diagnosis was "threatened miscarriage". They didn't give me any further restrictions that what I've what I have already been under and told me to follow up on Tuesday with my doctor (as already scheduled).

The good news that came out of the day is as follows:

1. I was able to have an ultrasound to see the babies for the first time in almost 6 weeks (though they didn't let Mike come back with me and I'm still mad at myself for not insisting that he had to be there).
2. The ultrasound showed that all three babies are fine and all three heartbeats are strong and I was able to hear the heartbeats for the first time (and cried).
3. The identical twins which were in the same sack and had extra risk because they could wrap each other up in their umbilical cords now have a membrane between them, which means they for sure aren't conjoined in any way and they can't hurt each other with their umbilical cords. They share a placenta, but the tech said that shouldn't be a problem. Praise the Lord for already protecting these two little ones.
4. I was able to see the "suspected" gender of the babies, though we will wait a few more weeks before we announce that until the next ultrasound confirms that the suspected gender is the for sure gender.

So, while I'm not a fan of freezing cold ER, I'm thankful for God's protection and ultimately His peace in a scary situation. The complications have ceased for the mean time and we are thankful for that. God allowed a fearful time to turn into a time of reassurance.

Thank you to those who knew and were praying for us throughout the day. One of my friends reminded me of a verse that I held in my heart all day. It is: Psalm 121:1 "I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, from whence cometh my help."