Well after another major bleed, ambulance ride and hospital visit it really feels like I’m sat here listening to the ticks of a time bomb, just waiting for the inevitable now.

For those that missed the latest drama here is a quick recap for you:

Friday, I was tweeting about BH contractions and saying how I hoped they were just that. These died down over night and so we decided to just carry on as normal.

Saturday, I had an awful tummy bug and after a hasty shopping trip to choose tiles for our new bathroom I ended up going back to bed for the rest of the day. I was getting the odd painful BH but nothing that had me overly worried.

Sunday am, about 3am I started getting more regular BH again coming about every 3-4 minutes and suddenly felt a gush again, a sprint to the bathroom revealed another major bleed and so it was another trip to the hospital. This time we really were close to having the baby delivered with an emergency c section but after dosing me up on diamorphone, codeine and what seemed like every other drug going, the contractions died down and the bleed stopped so it was a case of just wait and see. We must have been touch and go as the delivery suite sent for the SCBU staff to come in and have a chat with us about what was going to happen to baby if it was born, at this point I was high as a kite on diamorphine so things were a little bit hazy so it was pretty hard for me take in what they were saying. Daddy was holding trying to hold onto an unsettled Zara so it was pretty hard for him to focus on the seriousness of the situation aswell and any hand holding was out of the window as he had his hands full with Z.

Oh yes, did I mention through all this we had Zara with us, at 3am in the morning we tried ringing our usual emergency babysitters only to find out they were in the Lakes and with the ambulance at the door, the only option we had was for me to go in the ambulance alone and for hubby to sort out Zara (who by this time was crying in her cot) and follow on in the car. When he arrived at the hospital the receptionist kindly told him that “this wasn’t a place for babies and did we not have any family nearby?” well we’d kind of figured that out but what can you do in these situations, so Zara was sat with her daddy whilst we were trying to a) get our heads round whether we were about to have another baby and b) figure out what on earth we could do with Zara. Luckily we found another friend who came to our rescue and came and picked Zara up from the hospital at 5am and took her home, which reminds me I need to order a big bunch of flowers!

Anyway once everything had settled down I was eventually transferred to the ward for monitoring and on Tuesday I was released with a warning that if there is any more bleeding then either a) I’m in hospital until the baby is born (which could be 6 weeks away!) or b) this baby is being delivered! So here I am sitting on a time bomb just waiting to see what happens next. I feel like I daren’t leave the house anymore, daren’t lift Zara up, daren’t do anything and for someone who is normally active I’m finding it very hard to cope with

One little bit of good news was that the latest scan shows the placenta now reaches down to the cervix but doesn’t cover it so there is still some small hope that it will move up enough to clear the way for a natural birth and baby is now head down (with it’s head pressing on the cervix) and no longer lying transverse so if everything can stay put for now it may still be possible for that natural birth Fingers crossed.

34 week bump photo - hopefully not my last!

Excuse all the creases on my bump, they aren’t stretch marks, just where I’ve been lying in bed