So here I was sitting on the floor with close friends and family around me holding up frilly lace dresses and gobs of pink and purple receiving blankets, and everything else we needed for our sweet baby girl. 
As I finished opening and admiring everything, and we all oooohed and ahhhhed it was time to cut that gorgeous cake. 
I went into the kitchen and all at once felt like something was terribly wrong... I excused myself to the bathroom and that's when I noticed it... I was bleeding... I immediately felt dizzy, and didn't even attempt to go to the bathroom. I stumbled back into the living room and felt like I was in some type of surreal parallel universe. Time was going very slow and I was searching everywhere for my sister-in-law. (who just so happened to be in the bathroom with my 3 year old niece Layci) I banged on the door and begged her to let me in... I am sure I must have been ghostly white when I blurted, "I'm bleeding." Her response, "What do you mean you're bleeding?" I couldn't find the words, so I just showed her... and I am pretty sure she turned as white as me....***QUICK REWIND AGAIN BACK TO MARCH*** The Maternal /Fetal Medicine doctor had not yet diagnosed me with placenta previa, although at my gender ultrasound in January they noticed it was very low and close to my cervix. He, as well as, my regular OB/GYN warned me that if at any point I started to bleed that I needed to immediately head to the hospital, and fast...
*Fast forward back to my sister-in-law turning as white as me...*
I am pretty sure she called my aunt in the bathroom to check me out since she is an RN and I think I remember her saying we needed to go fast. I also remember walking back out and seeing all of my family and friends with concerned looks on their faces and me feeling like everything was swirling so fast around me. Stephanie (my sister-in-law- I know, same name- kinda confusing) said, "Steph's bleeding and we need to take her to the hospital now." I could not believe this was happening to me. I just kept saying "I am only 32 weeks, she's not ready. It's not time yet. This can't be happening." Somehow they put me in to Stephanie's truck, leaned my seat back and away we went. My mom was in the backseat along with my 2 nieces (who were terrified). I will never forget Layci asking all kinds of questions: "Did Aunt Tes cut herself? Does she need to get some medicine on it?" I was trying my hardest to stay calm and not cry for the sake of Savannah and Layci, and of course, for the sake of my unborn Addisyn. I told my sister I couldn't feel her moving... and she held my hand the whole way there. My cousin Sheena called L&D triage and let them know I was on the way and what my condition was. When I got there and went upstairs there was a man at the front desk waiting for me and he asked my name. Faster than I even finished saying it, he was walking me back to a room in labor and delivery with a team of 3 nurses follwing right behind him. Within 5 minutes I had IV's in both hands and the nurses seemed to be rushing around me asking all types of questions as though they were getting ready to take me back and deliver immediately. It seemed like an eternity before they hooked me up to the monitor and I heard that sweet thud of my baby girl's heartbeat. The on call dr. came in and checked me out... The bleeding stopped and I was going to be admitted and on bedrest. The Maternal/Fetal Medicine doctor came in and did an ultrasound and verified that everything was ok with her measurements, that the placenta was working okay and that I wasn't losing any amniotic fluid. They gave me the first round of steroid shots to help mature Addisyn's lungs (just in case), followed by a second round 24 hours later. I spent that entire week in a hospital bed, only able to get up to use the bathroom and take a quick shower. The second day I was there, my nurses and I got to enjoy the amazingly delicious cake.
I had the best nurses and was even reunited with the nurse who helped deliver PJ! 
After 8 days, and no more bleeding, my doctor decided I could go home, but still be on strict bedrest. So on May 2nd, at around 1:30PM I went home... The whole car ride, I felt sick.... nervous.... worried.... I just had this uneasy feeling and part of me wanted to beg James to turn back around so I could be back in the comfort of my hospital room with trained nurses and doctors close by just in case something went wrong. I remember calling my family when I said they discharged me... the verdict was pretty unanimous~ they were very uneasy with me going home, too. As James, PJ, and I continued our drive I remember every bump making me feel even more anxious than the last. We finally pulled in to the driveway, and I went immediately to the couch. For the next few hours, I sat on the couch, only got up to use to bathroom or go lay in my bed. I had a very hard time falling asleep, but finally was able to around 2am. At 7am I woke up to the sound of James' alarm clock... I was getting ready to start my first day home alone on bedrest... or so I thought... (to be continued...)
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