A Dark and Stormy Night

So it was a snow storm, but that just makes it worse unless you have 4-wheel drive! We had the biggest scare of our lives Monday night. It was very late. Perhaps 12:30 am or so. Albert and I were in bed. And then something very frightening happened: I was bleeding! In the single last place a pregnant woman wants to be bleeding!
We just stood there in shock for a minute or two. Oh God, What is happening?! What do we do?!
Albert asked where our doctors emergency number was. Well, that would be in the booklet I have been reading at work.
We will call the emergency room.
No. Let's go in.
I'll get our coats!
We were both so scared! On the exterior, I'm sure we seemed fairly calm and collected. But I don't think we have ever squeezed each other's hands as tightly as we did on the drive to Stormont-Vail.
And of course, at this point there was already about 2 inches of snow on the ground and more falling. With the Jeep dead and gone, what vehicle could possibly get us there safely? The Camaro? HA! that's a good one.
The Mustang? It has new tires, at least. But it is also the most valuable and still a sports car in the snow and ice. But it was the Jetta, though mortally wounded, that was our chosen steed. We don't need a trunk! We need front-wheel drive!!!
The snow brushed off quickly. And the Jetta doesn't take long to warm up. (We wouldn't have waited even if it had.) The hospital is only a few miles away, but with the snow impeding our progress and the fear in our hearts, the trip seemed to last forever. Finally we arrived!
The Emergency Entrance has moved, by the way. It's now on the exact opposite side of the hospital. Albert ushers me into the lobby and I rush to the desk.
"What can I help you with," the sweet reception nurse smiles.
"I'm pregnant and I'm bleeding." I am very aware of my unsteady voice
She immediately pulls out a notepad and simply asked for my name and birthday. They will be with me in just a minute.
She was close. I think we only sat in the waiting room for two.
They go through the usual ritual. (I've experienced it 3 time before, but only remember twice!) Blood pressure. Temperature. Weight (I have officially gained 10 pounds!). When all is finished, we are led to a freezing ER room where I slip into a gown. I know it seems like an odd thing to be aware of at a time like that, but the new ER is really nice!
From this point it is a lot of questions and me being poked and prodded. I had my first I.V. (I think. I'll have to ask Dad if I had one at visit #1. I don't remember squat!) They drew, what I thought was more than enough blood for lab tests. We were at the hospital for hours and hours-- Literally! I was sent home at 4:45! They couldn't figure out what was causing the bleeding, but it was stopping. And the baby and I were in no danger. Thank GOD!
Something wonderful did happen, though. :) We got two ultrasounds! :) A level 1 and a level 2! It was amazing! There is now a picture of our beautiful little one on our refrigerator. And soon to be on here too! :D