On September 2, 2014, 3 days after my due day, my water finally broke. When I got up out of bed to run to the bathroom, I realized it was all blood. There was blood everywhere and it wouldn't stop. We decided to call 911 it was so bad. The ambulance arrived within minutes, but told me they were required by law to take me to the local emergency room vs. the hospital I was to delivery at to make sure I was stable. I did not argue as it seemed logical. Our house looked like a murder scene and I knew something was wrong. The local emergency room would take minutes to get to. They could help sooner than the hospital 30 minutes away. However, upon arriving at the local ER, they dismissed my concerns about the bleeding. I had now been on the stretcher since I left my house. I did not stand for anything, so by this point I was no longer gushing, just leaking and the blood did not seem so bad. The EMT threw my underwear in the trash while in my bathroom because they were soaked in blood. The doctor simply looked at the gurney and determined "my water was just tinged with blood, which sometimes happens when membranes rupture." He checked my cervix, said I was not dilated, I was simply in labor. He told my in-laws to go home and get rest because I "was not having a baby anytime soon." He then arranged for a transfer to the hospital I was to delivery at. We then had to wait over 45 minutes for an ambulance to come from the city I was actually going to. While we waited, the nurses attempted to scrub the blood from my legs... like it was normal.
Upon finally arriving at the appropriate hospital, I was asked to give a urine sample. As soon as I stood up, the bleeding and fluid started again. They immediately put me on the fetal monitor and within seconds I was surrounded and being brought to the OR. My husband didn't even have time to get ready to be in there.
Our baby boy, Patrick, was born at 3:10am, after being deprived of oxygen for over 2 hours. He passed away in our arms at 6:35 that same morning.
We are now 6.5 months out and starting to talk about trying again. Emotionally, I'm not sure that I'm ready. But I know that I might not ever be and am working on the grief and guilt. Physically, I would love to be reassured by hearing other stories of people who have suffered abruptions but went on to have successful subsequent pregnancies.
Thank you in advance for sharing!