I swear when it rains it really does pour. This week has been one disaster after the other, and if we weren’t going to D.C. for Grandma’s memorial I think we might be rethinking the trip all together. Our family and close friends have all been dealing with the wrath of whatever bad luck has struck us this week.
It started Thursday when I had a scare of my own. I started cramping horribly. I called the doctor, and within an hour the cramping went away. She told me to go on about my business as usual, and to call her in the morning if anything happened overnight. Everything was fine until around midnight when I found blood after peeing. I wasn’t spotting, but the doctor called it a “stain with wipe” because it was only there when I wiped.
Now I know there are lots of women who spot during pregnancy, but when it’s you it scares the living daylights out of you no matter how much you’ve read up on the matter or how prepared you think you are. After driving my doctor absolutely insane with numerous phone calls as the bleeding continued and turned into spotting, the bleeding turned brown indicating old blood by Friday morning and stopped completely Saturday morning. It may not have been something my doc was concerned about, but it scared the hell out of me as I think it would any woman no matter how many children you’ve had.
By Sunday things were looking better for us while they were looking bad for our friend D who had her baby boy on April 23. Friday she had to have her c-section re-opened and drained due to an internal infection she caught in the hospital. By Sunday the infection was horrible, she had cold chills, and she was running a fever. Yesterday we got the phone call that she was admitted to the hospital to get the infection under control.
Those would be the two worse events of the weekend/week, but it didn’t stop there. Monday while out shopping with my mother-in-law she locked her keys in her car. Later in the afternoon she dropped me off at home, and I found myself breaking into my own house because I didn’t have my keys either. I’d apparently left them lying on my grandparent’s kitchen table, but I couldn’t walk next door to get them because they weren’t home.
This morning my mother-in-law lost her purse. She was running around trying to get her errands done so she could get home and finish all the stuff she’s got to do before the trip, and she accidentally left her purse sitting on the counter in a store. She made it as far as her car when she remembered, but by the time she walked back into the store the purse was already gone.
Right after she called to tell me this I started doing my laundry for the day. I had just separated my clothes, and I reached into the cabinet for the bleach. As I was taking the cap off the bleach I dropped the bottle all over a pile of jeans. Thank goodness they were jeans that don’t fit me anymore, and I was washing them to send to Goodwill.
Now the question is do we really want to take a chance with this trip to D.C. or have we put ourselves through enough bad luck for one week?
