Over the next few days, I was able to work! I still took it easy, walking gingerly to my desk and getting up as little as possible, and I usually worked for one day and started bleeding the next. Although these light bleeds did concern me, I got used to them.
I just really enjoyed working for a few hours! Grinning faces always greeted me as I snail-walked to my desk.
On Friday, I woke up feeling unusually concerned, my stomach churning uneasily. Then, I shifted to my side and felt an ominous gush.
“Sweetie, can you stay home for a little while this morning?” I refused to get out of bed.
“Yeah, that’s a good idea. We might have to take you to the hospital.” Kenny was already texting our family and friends, asking for prayer.
I tried contacting Jenny about the heavy bleed. No answer. We waited to see what would happen.
For the next hour, Kenny sat beside me, holding my hand. He prayed for God’s healing and tried talking about work to get my mind off the danger. I thought I was hemorrhaging as I sat through gush after gush.
“Maybe we should get ready to go,” Kenny said.
“I’ll have to change clothes first.”
Kenny stuffed his pocket with his wallet and keys and pulled my shoes out. He helped me put them on but looked up at me after a moment.
“Are you okay?”
I shook my head, shivering so hard that my teeth chattered. Kenny took my hand again and hugged me. I relaxed into him, breathing out my fear.
The bleeding seemed to calm down. I tried Jenny again.
“It slowed?” She responded to my call this time.
“Yeah, thankfully,” I said.
“Just stay in bed. I mean, don’t move! And keep your legs up. I’ll wait for another update in a few hours.”
I sighed in relief when the rest of the day proved uneventful. God had shown me grace that day.
by Sarah George