The Case of the Missing Baby

Post 2 today! Woohoo! I promised I'd write about a rather harrowing experience I had last Friday, so I'm sure you were all waiting, and here you go.

Last Friday morning, I was standing in chapel when I started to feel what I thought was the beginning of a UTI.  I tried to put the thought out of my head, considering I'd been for my 20 week check up on Tuesday and then back to hear the heartbeat on Thursday.  I didn't want to bother my doctor again.  But, as I stood there, the sharp pains started to increase. I went back to my office, called DH, called mom, and called Dr. N.  My nurse told me to come in and give a urine sample.  At this point, I was already nervous and upset. 

I work 5 minutes away from my Dr, so really, this was no big deal.  I went in, peed in a cup, and proceeded to be told that yes indeed, I had the beginnings of a UTI.  My wonderful nurse said she'd listen to Baby Boy's heartbeat as well.  As she pushed the doppler around my tummy, we heard nothing.  NOTHING. She changed the batteries.  Still nothing.  I could tell she was getting nervous because she was trying to distract me.  She sent immediately for Dr. N.  At this point, I knew I was going to miss my class.  I called work, filled the sub lady in on what was going on, and got my class covered. 

Dr. N. wheels in the ultrasound machine.  I'm eerily calm at this point (I didn't know that a whole room of people had gathered to pray for me, or that two of my fellow administrators were on their way to take care of me at this moment).  DH was walking with the dog, so I couldn't get a hold of him which was probably the worst part of all this.  Dr. N. told me that we wouldn't get a good picture on that particular ultrasound machine--I didn't care. I just wanted to see the heartbeat. 

Sure enough, heart looked perfect.  Dr. N. grabbed the doppler afterwards and found his heartbeat immediately, 150 bpm.  She said heart looks and sounds great.  Apparently, Baby Boy was just hiding.  Stubborn, just like his father.  He's already stressing me out and he's not even born yet!

Needless to say, I didn't return to work that day.  I met my office mates at the elevator downstairs and broke into tears.  DH finally called when I was walking back to my car; I broke into tears again.  I love this baby so much already and can't imagine anything happening to him.  The thought of it scares me to death.  He apologized for the scare with two big kicks Saturday morning, but he's been pretty quiet since then.  I'm trying not to read anything into this; it's still early and my stupid anterior placenta is making movement hard to feel. 

I wish I was one of those pregnant ladies who was just pregnant and didn't over analyze everything!  I'm sure I'll be going to the Dr to hear Baby Boy's heartbeat this week.  If the darn kid would just kick me, I would feel much better. Maybe  I should sing him a rendition of Britney Spears..."Kick Me Baby One More Time" anyone?