First of all, while I haven't been able to respond to individual comments yet, I would like to thank everyone that commented over these past few days that have kept my husband and I in your thoughts and prayers. I also received many private emails as well. It truly meant the world to me and I really don't know what I would do without my fellow bloggers.
As usual things did not go smoothly. Thursday morning my husband had to go in to have his heart mapped out under anesthesia for his surgery on Friday. The nurses asked why I was in a wheelchair so my husband and I shared our story. They immediately started taking care of me. Normally I would have had to return to the waiting area in the main lobby of the hospital while my husband was in the OR, but instead they brought a lounging chair right into his room (where they prepped him for surgery and where he would recover), brought me a pillow and blanket, and even brought me a pitcher of water and some crackers. They told me that they wanted me stay put and to relax. My husband and I were so grateful for this. They even made it a point to let us know that the following day, for his actual surgery, that they were going to do the same thing so that we didn't have to worry. About two hours after they took him to the OR, he was brought back to the room to recover. The doctor said that there were no clots in his heart so he was cleared for surgery. Once we got home I decided to go upstairs and take a nap as I was exhausted. I woke up around 7pm and went to the bathroom to find that I was bleeding. Not spotting, but actually bleeding. It looked like I had gotten my period. I immediately screamed for my husband as I was paralyzed with fear. I called the doctor and they told me to come immediately to L&D. When I got there they brought me into a room, hooked me up to monitor contractions, and had the Resident come in to talk to me. After a VERY painful examination (as they had to remove the pessary) it was determined that the bleeding had nothing to do with the baby and was a benign bleed coming from my cervix. I personally think that it was from the combination of the pessary and all the blood thinners I am on. The Resident then measured my cervix and and checked the baby. The baby was absolutely fine and she got a measurement of 1.5cm for my cervix, which is .2cm shorter than the day before, but she said that the in-room machine that they use isn't as accurate as the one in the MFM office. She then informed me that she wanted me to spend the night just so they could observe me for a while. I immediately started crying my eyes out as my husband had to be at a different hospital for his heart surgery in less than seven hours. I begged her not to keep me if the baby wasn't in any danger. She consulted with the Chief Resident and they decided to let me go home if I promised to take it easy.
After two hours of sleep, my husband and I woke up and got ready for his surgery. Again, once we got there, the nurses put me in the lounging chair and set me up with TV and some snacks. His procedure was going to take 5-7 hours so my best friend came down for a few hours to keep me sane. A little before noon, while I was down in the cafeteria eating lunch with my friend, one of the nurses came down to find me. She told me that my husband was out of surgery and that the surgeon wanted to talk to me. I immediately got scared as I couldn't imagine why his surgery went so quickly. I went to the OR waiting area and out walked his surgeon. He told me that his surgery went better than expected so they were able to complete it in much less time. They were able to fix both problems which was incredible as the surgeon originally said that there was only a 50% chance that they wouldn't be able to fix one of the problems. About an hour after I talked to the surgeon I was able to see my husband. He was a bit sore but happy that things went so well. He was transferred to the CCU and started on a Heparin pump. This morning they were able to discontinue the pump and start him on oral blood thinners. After three blood draws, an Echocardiogram, and an EKG, he was able to come home this evening. He was doing so well that they cleared him to come home but with restrictions. It is going to be a rough week with him being so restricted and me being on bed rest, but I know that we will get through it.
I am emotionally drained. I am so happy that these past few days are behind us. Now that my husband is okay and doing well, we really need to focus all of our attention on this baby. I have a week and a half until we hit viability and can get the steroid shots to mature the baby's lungs. I am trying to stay as positive as I can, but I can't help but cry every now and then about how unfair this is.