The hospital is a 40 minute drive through the mountains. I felt weak from loss of blood and emotionally spent. I had grieved the loss and expected the worse.
The ultrasound technician saw me in the hall way, limping toward the room. He asked me if I had come to get my knee checked out. (My uncomfortable gate was due to the fact that I had a full bladder which is required for this kind of ultrasound.) We told him why we were there and he had me lay down on the bed and turned the monitor away from me. He started looking around and then turned the screen toward me. "There's your baby right there."
There was a strong heartbeat and a wiggling little baby. I couldn't believe my eyes. My diagnosis: Subchorionic Hemorrhage. There are three levels of hemorrhage; mild, moderate, and severe. Mine turned out to be a moderate hemorrhage. I couldn't find much information on the Internet about this, but did find this web page. It is also known as subchorionic hematoma, which means the placenta was tearing away from the lining of the uterus. My diagnosis: 50/50 chance of keeping the baby.
I went home and slept for three days. This was around Thanksgiving time. Our plans changed and instead of visiting family we stayed close to home and I rested. My doctor advised no strenuous activities but I didn't have to go on bed rest. I was told no more running.
Now I am seventeen weeks along. I can feel the flutter of movement from the baby. It is so reassuring to finally make it to the point where I don't wonder how the baby is doing. I can sense the position changes and observe my expanding belly. I really look forward to this expanding belly.