How it all began…
I got married at 18 years of great and mutual love. Married already being pregnant. There was no limit to our happiness. Having visited the antenatal clinic and having read the mountains of literature, I was completely ready to bear and give birth to a healthy and full-fledged baby.
Having visited the gynecologist and having passed all the necessary tests, which showed that everything was in perfect order with me and the baby, I began to fully enjoy the pregnancy.
Harbingers of a growing threat
It was the second month of pregnancy, on that inconspicuous day, towards evening, I began to have weak, but intensely recurring spasms in the lower abdomen. I did not see any reasons for panic in this, since I read that pregnancy may be accompanied by a uterus tone. I decided that I just need to calmly lie down and rest after studying.
I seem to have a miscarriage …
I woke up about three hours later to go to the toilet. There I discovered a drop of dark red blood in my underwear. Quotes from books about the threat of miscarriage in early pregnancy swept right before my eyes.
A cold wave ran through the body, I understood that it was impossible to hesitate, I urgently needed to go to the hospital. When I woke up my husband and told him what was the matter, he became hysterical, for five minutes he rushed about the apartment, clutching his head with his hands, not knowing what to do. In the end, with shaking hands, we found the keys to the car and, as we were in our pajamas, we rushed to the hospital.
There is no threat of miscarriage
Having flown into the emergency room, the husband gathered all the hospital staff so that they would urgently examine me. After examining the gynecologist and the ultrasound, which we saw our baby for the first time, the doctors denied my foolish diagnosis – the miscarriage that had begun.
Everything turned out to be much easier and not so dangerous for the baby. Hypertonicity of the uterus – this was the diagnosis, and this caused slight bleeding and pain. The doctors advised us to lie in a hospital for a week, and we did not oppose this. But after lying in the hospital for three days, I realized that I was much better at home than in the hospital.
Doctors insisted that I stay, but I made the decision after leaving the hospital with a scandal. A friend who worked at the antenatal clinic advised me to insert Papaverina candles, which helped me. I didn’t accept Duphaston, which was attributed by the doctors, since I read on the Internet that there might be undesirable deviations in the development of the baby upon his admission.
After the incident, I realized that it was stupid to put frightening diagnoses on signs from books. You just need to believe that everything will end safely, then it will be so in reality. But, with any changes in the body, it is worth contacting specialists.