Thankful... I guess

We had an eventful weekend. My sonogram on Saturday showed no signs of placenta near the cervix. The specialist said that I could be discharged on Sunday after a second sonogram to confirm my safety. Aric and I went into celebration mode. He has missed 15 sonograms, so I suggested that he spend the night on Saturday to see the last one I would have for a while. Sunday morning my doctor called it a miracle and gave me discharge orders. He said to take it easy for one more week and then I could even return to work and finish my pregnancy at no greater risk than any other woman. I was very excited; Krystal's birthday is Tuesday and her party is on Sunday. It had never crossed my mind that I would be home in time. We began packing my room. Gathering my towels, blankets and clothes. Then we had the sonogram. It was taking to long. The specialist was showing me how to distinguish the shades of gray.
Then he turned the color on to trace the blood flow. I saw a large red pocket directly over my cervix. I started to cry. Somehow I had a contraction that had moved a large blood vessel directly over my cervix. I tried to be brave for Krystal, but it was not possible. The doctor used the word "catastrophic" which had my attention through the tears. Krystal and Aric started crying with me. The doctor apologized profusely, but I would not be going home. We went back to my room and did what all mature families do... cried for an hour. Then we took a nap. Logic came later. It would have been much more dangerous for me to have made it home. I was still on bed rest and uterine relaxing medications when this contraction occurred. I felt nothing and would have had no warning, that something was wrong. So in the end I am very thankful to competent doctors who are very cautious with me and my baby. So Sean and I will stay in the hospital for the foreseeable future.