Ouch

The past couple of days have been a bit dramatic (traumatic?). Wednesday night, I was trying to simultaneously talk on the phone and walk down the stairs when my feet slipped out from under me and I fell down about six or seven stairs on my backside. I calmly (who are we kidding, I'm sure I sounded hysterical) told my brother I would call him back and then immediately burst into tears. Pain. Luckily Ben was home to calm me down and help me up, though I think I gave him quite a scare. 

I had my 30 week check up Thursday, where I mentioned that I was in pain from falling down the stairs the night before. Apparently I should have called my doctor right away, which honestly didn't occur to me since my abdomen wasn't even slightly bumped. It's strictly a tailbone injury. My doctor told me that when pregnant women have a serious fall, they need to be monitored for a few hours to make sure the placenta hasn't detached from the impact. Whoah. Not exactly what I was expecting to hear. 

So instead of going to my hair appointment that I had been looking forward to (silly maybe, but it's the little things that make my large self feel better), I had to find someone to watch Henry for the rest of the day while I was in the hospital. Luckily we have amazing friends who will take him at the drop of a hat. 

For the first time in over two years, I got to sit on a bed with monitors that are not at all itchy in a hospital gown designed to show any bits of skin you would never want anyone to see, and worry about the life of my unborn child. Oh, and listen to screaming women in labor. I'm re-thinking my decision to go through that again. 

I had a lot of blood taken and I was told I would have to be monitored for at least four hours, but after only 3 1/2 they seemed satisfied and released me. Which was a nice surprise. Those beds do not lend the best support to bruised tail bones. Plus I got to see another ultrasound, and the technician told me that at least he couldn't see anything to tell me she was in fact a boy. Still not the definitive answer we have been hoping for, but nice nonetheless.

I spent the rest of the day (and today for that matter) doing nothing that doesn't involve sitting on my couch, on the boppy I'm using as a makeshift doughnut. Except for the trip Henry and I took to have breakfast for dinner last night. It was a very nice distraction. For the most part, if I don't move it's not too bad. Another amazing friend offered to take Henry for a few hours today, which was really helpful. It's good to know our little girl is safe, and I have learned to give stairs my full attention in the future.