All Akimbo: On the razor’s edge

By Kim Blakely, Mojo’s mama

I’ve had a spot of trouble.

That is to say, I had some spotting – just a little, and just once – on Sunday night, and I immediately convinced myself of impending doom.

My husband tried to talk me down, but I must confess I was in no shape to hear anything reassuring right at that moment.

Sunday night I “slept” in a bed of fear, although I use that word loosely because I woke up at least every couple of hours and skittered off to the bathroom to see if there was any new sign that this amazing early pregnancy was coming to a screeching halt.

Seeing that bit of pink that wasn’t supposed to be there had taken me right back to the miscarriage I had just before I got pregnant with Mojo – and that was somewhere I definitely did not want to be. I had been so worried about seeing blood in that region of my body that I’ve only reluctantly and pathetically rarely shaved my nether regions, lest I nick myself with the razor and be scared by the resulting association.

But you know what? There’s been nary a drop of anything that’s not supposed to be there since. (I’m knocking wood as I type this, of course.)

I called my doctor’s office and talked with a nurse about the spotting and about the tenderness I noticed in my abdomen just after I saw it. Her advice was to take it easy for the next couple of days and try extra fluids. Basically, no one there seems all that concerned so I’m trying not to be either.

But all this makes waiting for the ultrasound next week that much harder. And who knew the waiting could be any harder?!

It doesn’t help that I’m having hardly any pregnancy symptoms that I can’t directly attribute to the progesterone supplements I’m taking and that I’m starting to wonder if there’s really a baby in there after all …

Anyone out there have any successful pregnancy stories after spotting early on? Any scares you might share with me that turned out to be A-OK? ‘Cause I might not have been ready to hear it Sunday night, but I sure am ready now.

3 Comments

  1. Kim, I know how scary that one little spot can be. I had 3 miscarriages but am blessed to now have 3 kids. I had spotting with two of the three kids. With my first child, I spotted heavily for a WEEK very early in the pregnancy. I had the ultrasound and the baby was so tiny they thought the pregnancy was failing or wasn’t there at all. Nearly 7 years later, that tiny blip on the screen is now reading picture books,watches ESPN and can eat his weight in Skittles. Hang onto hope! Sometimes it works out just fine. You’ve got a lot of moms out here praying for you and your baby.
    –Gwen

  2. First of all I am so hapy for you!
    Spotting is so normal. I have heard of implantation spotting as the little creature is nestling in for the long ride! I had a HUGE incident at about 13 weeks that was more like a hemmorage than a spot and I was convinced it was over.It was not.
    I learned that the uterus is so vascular and sensitive and spotting or bleeding is more the norm than the exception.
    Can’t wait to hear about the ultrasound.
    Lauren

  3. Thanks so much, Gwen and Lauren, for sharing your stories. You are both tough mamas! The waiting-and-seeing what it all means is almost unbearable, isn’t it?! I think it’s amazing any of us ever make it through this. It’s great to know that there are actually positive outcomes to these scary situations.
    I haven’t had anymore spotting (still knocking wood…) but I was panicking nonetheless, and on Tuesday morning I did a very stupid thing. I went out and bought some more pregnancy tests – you know, to put my mind at ease. Then I panicked because the test line was lighter than I thought it should be. I woke up at 4 a.m. the next day, though (I have had a run of insomnia lately), and took another one that had a perfectly dark line. Ahhhh.
    I think I’m losing my wobbly mind. Will Monday never come?
    Thanks to all of you who are praying for me. It really means a lot to me that so many people have us in their thoughts.
    -Kim

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