Wednesday late morning I fainted. Danny came home from work after a phone call from Pookie letting him know, "Mommy fell down and she's hurt." I called my OB and he said it often happens to women in pregnancy and to drink 3 quarts of water a day, get 3 meals and 2 to 3 snacks a day, and to promise to sit down immediately if I started to feel a faint coming on again.
Wednesday afternoon I spotted a little- just once and it was pink. I called the OB's office again and the nurse reassured me it was "normal" and it wasn't a concern if that was all. She also reassured me it had nothing to do with the fainting.
I fainted three more times Wednesday-- though not as strong as the first time and didn't leave me as incoherent. Thursday I fainted three times by lunchtime (12:30). That's when I called my OB again who sent me to the ER. So I called Danny back and he rushed home to help me prep the kids to go to friends' homes and to take me to the Emergency Room.
After numerous tests including blood pressure tests, blood tests, checking for signs of stroke, and EKG (all that came back normal), the cardiologist and ER doc agreed they should keep me for 24 hours under observation with a heart monitor and schedule an Echocardiogram and tests on my carotid artery for the next day (Friday).
The OB puzzled after reading over normal test results declared that I was exhausted from having so many children. He suggested I ask a relative, church member, or neighbor to help me out and to try to get a nap in everyday.
The doctor who took over when I got admitted to the hospital (and released from the ER) decided I was tired from having so many children and shot Danny several dirty looks. She kept insisting I get more sleep. She also suggested I put my oldest four children in public school and get my mother or sister to live with me throughout the remainder of my pregnancy.
The Cardiologist after reading normal Echocardiogram and Carotid artery test results and going over each fainting episode, determined it was a Vasovagal response brought on by pregnancy-- and said some women are more sensitive to the changes in pregnancy than others. He also gave me his card and asked me to see him if it continued.
All three doctors agreed that hydration, frequent small meals and more sleep would be highly beneficial.
Then 9 p.m. Sunday evening, twelve weeks pregnant, the contractions started. I wasn't sure at first. I mean, my uterus isn't that big-- the baby is only the size of a lime, but it was my body's response that was oh-so-familiar that told me what was going on. That and the five minute intervals.
I admit, I'm afraid. I don't really know what to do about any of it except pray. Will you join me?