Subscribe to RSSAll I wanted was a cookie
All I wanted was a cookie, ok, maybe two cookies and a little “me time”. It was the witching hour, the kids were in bed and after a long day I was going to make a run to the store for a little treat. I hadn’t been feeling very well all day but who knows what normal feels like when you are pregnant. I made a quick stop to the bathroom on my way out the door and that is when I found out I was bleeding. yikes!
I quickly composed myself and called the doctor. Since this was my first time bleeding after being diagnosed with placenta previa he asked that I come to the hospital. I immediately started going through the list of people I knew that would be willing to come stay with the kids at a moments notice. This is when I started to cry. Is there really so few people in my contacts list that I feel comfortable calling? I’ve lived in my neighborhood for almost two years and know practically no one. My excuse has been that I am a busy working mom BUT I digress. My brother, his wife and 8 month old baby graciously offered to come over and stay so that my husband and I could go to the hospital.
At the hospital they ran some tests and checked for contractions. The doctor advised to take it easy, watch the bleeding and call if the bleeding got worse. I also got a firm warning that I will eventually have to go on bed rest. 4 hours later we were headed home at 12:30am and not a single cookie was to be had. What does a pregnant lady need to do to get a friggin’ cookie!?!