Day Eleven Continued...
WARNING!!!!! First of all I would just like to say that the following is not filled with Disney Magic or any sort of fun.... I'm not really sure why I am including this in my TR... but it was part of my trip... and maybe it's closure for me. I am NOT doing this for sympathy... so there is no reason to fill up responses with any more sadness (after this one). I'm good now... and I know that it is very hard to know what to say to people who have lost pregnancies. I have moved on and am looking to the future. There were a few weeks in there that I was almost ready to give up my dream of having two babies. Kinda scared of what may happen if I get pregnant again... but from all of the personal stories people have shared with me, I now know that life is very uncertain and some times you just have to take chances.
One more thing... I'm not going to say anything really gross... but I'm just warning you, that I may say some things that may be gross to some people. You've been warned!
OK.... here it goes.
When we got back to POP we ate lunch. Not the best lunch in the world, but I wasn't expecting much.
Then we walked over to the luggage counter and picked up our stuff. I thought we had alot of luggage... but after reading other peoples TR and seeing their pictures. We didn't have enough!!!
Shawn & Dexter played for awhile in front of POP.
The bus was running late.... I mean WAY late. We were supposed to catch the 2:15 bus and by the time it showed up the 3:15 people were waiting!!! But it turns out that the bus delay was a good one for us.
I just wasn't feeling right... not that I was feeling sick... or in any pain... but I wasn't feeling right. I figured that I would run to the bathroom real fast just to set my mind at ease. I thought to myself, I'll just go and then when I see that nothing is wrong I'll not worry again. (the really crazy thing about all of this, is that the night before when we were at DTD I asked Shawn... "Do you think the baby is ok?") When I was in the bathroom all of my worries came to life. I was bleeding... alot.
I couldn't believe it... I mean I am the kind of person who gets a mosquito bite and thinks they have West Nile disease. Not because I exhibit any of the symptoms... just because it's out there.
So when I actually saw that what I was afraid of, was true... I was in shock. I had left all of my stuff out with Shawn, so I had to go and get my wallet to buy pads. When I got outside and told him he was visibly upset but also in disbelieve. By this time tears were streaming down my face and I still had to go to the gift shop and buy something I wasn't planning on purchasing for awhile.
There were three cast members at the desk... and all I could think of was them talking about me when I walked away saying... What was her problem... she can still go swimming???
I made it back to the bus and we just stood there waiting for the bus to arrive... by now I was getting upset, not only because of what was happening to me... but now even more so I wanted just to go home and that stinkin bus still wasn't there!!!
When the bus finally did arrive it was crazy. People were just throwing there stuff into the bus and boarding. I was helping Shawn figure out where we were supposed to put our bags when I heard the bus driver say there were only a few seats left. I was so mad when I found out that people who had later pick ups then us were taking out seats. Fortunately I grabbed the last two seats.
It's only human nature to wonder what is going on with the crazy crying girl... but could hear the people in my head... "What a baby... why is she crying just cause she is leaving the World." (just to clarify, people weren't saying that out loud). On the way to the airport I called my mom and she said that I should call my doctor. I did and they said that I should go to the hospital... She said that "IF" I was having a miscarriage it could be very dangerous to fly... that you could 'bleed out'.
I wasn't happy about this at all... I just wanted to be home!! When we got to South West we talked to a manager who was very helpful. She got us directions to a hospital and looked for a hotel room for us. She said that she would give us a hotel voucher but it was a busy weekend (daytona 500) and no one was taking vouchers... not only that but she wasn't able to find us a room anywhere. I wish I would have gotten her name... She was more then helpful and went above and beyond.
The next flight was at 7am... (it was around 5:30pm at the time) so she gave us a phone number to call later in the evening to check for a room, just in case by some miracle one comes available.
We went outside a caught a cab to the hospital. The car seat they put Dexter in was a JOKE!!! I'm not sure it was safe at all... I'm just very glad we didn't have to find out if it worked or not.
$60 later we were at the hospital. I'm really not sure why the make you wait so long... and why they don't talk to each other. We were asked the same questions OVER and OVER again!!! The one funny thing that did happen at the hospital was - When the Dr. (finally) came in she asked (again) how many times have I been pregnant... and Dexter said, "Two"
gotta love my little man!!!
They checked my out and did an ultrasound where they found a sac but no baby. They told me it was safe to fly and they were not 100% sure of what was happening. They said that my conception date may have been off and that it may just be too soon to see anything.
We called and tried to get a hotel reservation but there were none available anywhere near the airport.
Did I mention that this was a women & baby hospital?? So it seemed like every 10 minutes a new mother would leave with a brand spanken new little bundle of joy. Not the greatest thing to be around when you just lost a pregnancy.
There was this one couple that got me sooooo mad!!! The new mommy waited inside while the father pulled up their car. He comes around the corner with his music blasting... I mean LOUD... we were sitting on a bench outside maybe 50-100 feet away from the car and we heard & felt the music... and did I mention that the windows were up. I thought for sure he was going to turn off the music once he pulled over to pick up the baby... NOPE. Ok... he's going to turn it down once the baby gets but in right??? NOPE!!! I'm not even sure if the baby went into a car seat... cause he passed the baby to it's mommy and they drove off within 10 seconds. (I have a two year old and I still can't do it that fast!) The nurses just walked passed us shaking their heads.
We called for a cab and waited... and waited... then 15 minutes later someone pulled up but he didn't have a baby seat for Dexter. Although he offered to take us anyway... AHH NOOOOO!!! So after 45 minutes one of the nurses came out from the hospital and said that her dad owns a taxi company and that she had a car seat if we would like her to take us to the airport. $50 later we are back to the airport. By this time it is around 11:30pm seven and a half hours from our flight.
The airport was deserted... If I wasn't going through what just happened... and I didn't have a two year old with me... I would have viewed it as an adventure. I mean Tom Hanks did it.
DAY TWELVE...
I was able to get a little sleep.
We boxed Dexter in just in case Shawn nodded off also. I woke up a few hours later feeling VERY sick... I hadn't eaten since around 1:30pm the day before and was starving. Nothing opened at the airport until 5am. I let Shawn sleep for awhile and I stood Gard.
I think I was first in line at Krispy Kream... It was the first place to open. McDonalds didn't open until 5:30am... I got us both a donut and chocolate milk to hold us over until McDondlds opened. (this isn't really the food to eat if you want to feel better)
The ticket booths finally opened at 6am. We gave them our names and the ticket agent said that we had a $500 balance!!!!! We told her that the person the day before didn't say anything about a extra charge and they cleared it up. We paid less then $300 for our round trip tickets... so I was freaked out at the possibility of paying an extra $500 just to get home. We grabbed our boarding passes, checked our luggage and went to the next waiting area. I'm sure we looked (and smelled) great!!!
The flight was uneventful. Dexter and Me slept.
You guys know most of the rest.
Well I guess that's it. My TR is completed.
Sorry for the downer ending. My next TR will be better
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. Sorry about your loss. I loved all your pictures and Dexter is so cute! My DS is also 2 and his favorite movie is Cars of course. Our family is taking a trip at the same time as my brothers family in October. I hope it goes as smooth as your did 
hugs and all of your personal experiences. Sometimes when you are going through stressful times (physical, emotional or financial) it seems like you are the only one dealing with a situation like that.... Knowing that other people have gone through something similar and came out on top really helps. 
