baby bump at 26 weeks

Who knew life as a pregnant lady would be so full of drama-rama?

On Sunday around 6pm, I found myself stroking, rubbing and smelling my knickers and leggings which had been soaked through with some sort of clear bodily fluid.  Now I know my bladder control isn’t exactly perfect but I would know if I peed my pants…because I have a tendency to do that sometimes when I laugh or sneeze…damn my poor pelvic floor muscles!

I thought I was imagining the wet patches like a paranoid android, so I ran to the kitchen and asked the Husband if he could feel the wet patches….whilst I was still wearing my wet knickers and leggings!!

Picture me with a big belly bump, knickers and leggings pulled halfway down and exposed ladybits yelling – “Feel it!  FEEL IT!!!  Is it wet?  IS IT WET?!”

He gave me the “Are you kidding me?  Do I really have to?” look.

“PUT DOWN THE CHICKEN!” – He was in the middle of dissecting a poached chicken for dinner…

“AND FEEL MY PANTS!!  ARE THEY WET??!!!”

“Um…my hands are full of chicken…”, he whimpered.

Death stare alert from me!  “WASH YOUR HANDS, DRY THEM AND FEEL THIS NOW!!!”  (I think we really have to work on my URGENT voice technique because he didn’t seem to be catching on AT ALL!!)

T-H-R-E-E long minutes of handwashing later, the Husband kindly offered the back of his right hand…knuckles to be precise…to feel my knickers and leggings…and declared, “No, it’s not wet!”

“WHAT?  WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT’S NOT WET?!!  IT IS WET!  FEEL IT AGAIN!”

The pathetic knuckle grazed along my pants again.  “No, it’s not wet!”

“WHAT???  Are you sure?  Is it damp?  Come on, surely you can feel that it is damp, right?”

“No” – and turned and went back to his poached chicken…

So there I was…knickers and leggings halfway down my legs…questioning myself!!  Maybe I was the delusional one??

“Dinner is ready in 5 minutes!”

“Uh, okay…” – and I pulled up my wet-or-not-wet-but-dammit-they-felt-really-wet knickers and leggings and sat down in preparation for dinner…but meanwhile, furiously Googling away “fluid leakage in pregnancy” and reading a lot of forums to seek some answers.

“How’s the chicken?”
“Uh yeah, good!”
“Why aren’t you eating?”
“I’m worried!!!  Seriously, did you not think it was at least damp!  I can feel it, you know!”
“Mmm…the chicken is sooooo yummy!”

Yup, he was obsessed with his poached chicken and I was obsessed with my wet pants!

Anyway, I decided to go and lie down in bed with a fresh new pair of panties and then check it in an hour to see if there was any further fluid leakage.

The Husband came upstairs and said, “Listen, if you’re really worried, why don’t we call the hospital and see what they say?”  Oh yeah, a change of tune, I see!  But that’s the thing…  I have this weird semi-phobia of hospitals and doctors…  Even when I bumped my head a few months ago and it bled like crazy and I saw floating tadpoles, I refused to go to hospital.

“No, I think I’ll wait and maybe see my doctor on Tuesday after work.”

I had a little nap and then woke up..checked my panties and there was a small wet patch…and this is also when my Mum came online (yes, she is a bit tech savvy these days), so I asked her if she had any fluid leakages during her pregnancies.  She has given birth to 7 of us so she’s been through it all….and her pelvic floor muscles would be worse than mine 😛  And she said, “No, what do you mean by fluid?  I never had it before.  But wait a minute… I know this friend had fluid leaking and her baby had an infection.  Best go get it checked, Ling”  And this is when Panic Central came at me.  O-M-G!

I called the hospital A&E department and spoke to a midwife and told her my story and she said, “Come in now and get checked!”

On the car ride there, all these crazy thoughts ran in my head…a collective of all the pregnancy stories I read on the forums…premature birth at 28 weeks…low amniotic fluid…waters breaking…infections…

And the Husband… “Hey, a Michael Buble song!” and turns up the radio.  LOL!  He is a sucker for those silly love songs!  And looking back, it’s kinda funny because he is always so calm about everything whereas I am a headless chicken!!!

So we arrived at the hospital around 9pm and got promptly seen by a midwife/nurse who asked a few questions and then attached something to my belly to monitor the heartbeat of Bunty (the name we call my bump and from now on, shall be known as).

Just listening to the heartbeat was so reassuring.  “Lub-dub lub-dub lub-dub…”

So I lay on a hospital bed for about an hour and a half just listening to the heartbeat whilst the Husband was studying away (he has Final Exams in a few weeks….poor sausage!)

I was clearly Low Priority in the A&E department…

And then my tummy started to hurt…and then it would stop…and then it hurt again…and then it stopped…  Surely, they weren’t contractions…were they??

The nurse came back in to remove the heartbeat monitor off my belly and asked if I was okay.  I lied and said yes…even though I was having weird tummy pains…  “The Doctor will be here shortly…” and left us again.

For another hour or so, he studied and I read a book (yes, I came prepared!) until I turned to the Husband and said, “My tummy hurts!”  He said, “Okay…”  And then I let out this BIG LOUD SMELLY FART!  Oh yes, I did!

He laughed and covered his nose.  “LING, YOU STINK!”

“Hehe!  Serves you right after all the times I have had to suffer your farts!”

But then my tummy hurt again…and I REALLY REALLY NEEDED THE TOILET so I ran out.  Well, when I say “ran”, I mean “waddle as fast as I could”…

Let’s not get graphic here…but two words… EXPLOSIVE DIARRHOEA!!!

I didn’t want to stay in the toilet too long in case the Doctor had come to see me so I clutched my tummy and went back to the room.  No sign of Doctor…just the Husband.

“OMG I just had diarrhoea!”
“Okay, cool!” – he is a man of few words, I must say!

Two minutes later, I waddled off again to the bog for Round TWO *ding ding*…  Honestly, it was SUPER satisfying…but at the same time, really gross as it was a public hospital toilet…YUKS!  The toilet was stinking…and even worse, I opened the door and there was this poor lady clutching a urine sample container waiting for the toilet…  I sent her a silent message, “Good luck lady!” and went back into the room…

And the Doctor was there chatting to the Husband.  Turns out it was the same Doctor who I had seen a few months ago when I had a previous pregnancy drama-rama – a bleeding scare at 8 weeks.

She said the same dreaded words she said to me a few months ago – “I’m going to have to get the speculum out to examine your cervix to see if your waters have broken” – except back then, it was “to see if your cervix has closed”

If you are female and you’re reading this, you will know the speculum thingy from having pap smears – OUCH!  If you are male and you’re reading this, the speculum is inserted into the ladybits and then used to widen it…just imagine a catheter inserted into your pee wee hole…yes, OUCH!

I had to warn the Doctor that not only did I have leaky fluids, but I had a leaky bum too!  Lovely!

It was an unpleasant experience for both parties involved.  But the good news was that my waters had NOT broken.  But it may have been leaking amniotic fluid.  Or loss of bladder control.  And I also had gastro.

We got home after 3.5 hours at A&E.  Exhausted.

The next morning, I went back to the hospital for a scan to check amniotic fluid levels and thankfully, it was within the normal range.  Also, the gastro stopped except for a few gurglies…

Such an anti-climatic ending…but yeah.  No idea what mystery fluid leak was but don’t panic unless it happens again.

Anyway, I got home from the hospital and had the leftover poached chicken for lunch…and he was right, it was SO YUMMY!!

P.S.  So…I’m slightly confused as I was told I was 28 weeks this week…but then another midwife said I was 27 weeks…so who knows??!!  Gonna see my obstetrician next week so I will force him to give me an answer 😛

P.P.S.  And thanks to all the lovely family and friends who messaged me when I was having Panic Central.  I swear I’m not a hypochondriac!

10 Comments on Pregnancy Drama-Rama

  1. Rebecca
    17/09/2013 at 9:17 pm (4 years ago)

    Wow Ling I read this with my heart in my throat! So glad everything is OK.
    I had a similar experience. In the kitchen at 26weeks and hubby was just getting a lasagne out of the oven, but in my case there's was no questioning whether anything was wet 😛 My waters broke with a pop all over the kitchen floor. Later at the hospital the explosive belly kicked in with vomiting. Baby was delivered the next day under general anesthetic and spent 100 days in hospital. He is now a normal healthy active 8yo so it all worked out fine 🙂

  2. The Made Up Maiden
    17/09/2013 at 10:39 pm (4 years ago)

    Oh, you poor darling…I can imagine the terror! I don't blame you at all, I'd have freaked out as well!

    I'm so very glad it didn't turn out to be anything serious…take care of yourself!

    xx

  3. Ms Jelena
    18/09/2013 at 11:01 pm (4 years ago)

    I'm glad it was nothing, but I would have freaked as well! Me pregnant is going to be a nightmare for everyone around me! Take care, lovely Ling 🙂 xx

  4. Mel
    21/09/2013 at 10:03 pm (4 years ago)

    Hi Ling, you must to worried sick at that time. I am glad you and Bunty are ok now.
    But now that it's over and reading this post, I can't help but chuckled. I know it wasn't funny and must be scary that time.
    When you look back, this is probably one event to remember.
    Take care!!!

    Mel

  5. Ling
    02/10/2013 at 7:39 pm (4 years ago)

    @Mel, Thanks very much Mel 🙂 Hubby and I had a good laugh recalling the events haha

  6. Ling
    02/10/2013 at 7:40 pm (4 years ago)

    @Ms Jelena, Thanks lovely!! And when you get pregnant – MILK IT!!! LOL

  7. Ling
    02/10/2013 at 7:40 pm (4 years ago)

    @The Made Up Maiden, Thanks lovely! It was scary at the time, but thank goodness it wasn't anything serious!

  8. Ling
    02/10/2013 at 7:42 pm (4 years ago)

    @Rebecca, OMG!!! Your boy was born at 26 weeks?!!!! That's a MIRACLE!!! Wow, it must have been a scary affair to go into labour so early – was there a medical reason for it? Or did your waters just decide to break spontaneously? But WOW! Thanks for sharing your story Rebecca!

  9. MrsG
    31/10/2013 at 9:14 pm (4 years ago)

    Hi Ling!! Glad to hear all is ok. I was the same, always leaking and constantly moist down there! Hahaha!! I used to carry spare knickers in my handbag and change halfway through the day and this even with a liner!! All good now though. Lol!!!

  10. Ling
    11/11/2013 at 4:27 pm (4 years ago)

    @MrsG, Good to know it has cleared up!!! I am still constantly moist…and sticky (TMI!!!!)…but good thing I am home most of these days so I just change my knickers. Hope I will be able to distinguish when my waters do eventually break though…!!!