In order not to make a bigger fuss than it already is, I'm going to use lanuguage to reduce the amount of possible concerned hearts after reading what I'm about to write, because more and more regular readers of my blog told me once in a while that they don't understand a squad of what I'm talking about when I wrote in English.
I fainted at train station on Saturday last week and I was alone when it happened. I fell from behind and my back hit ground hard, but luckily my head was intact and even more luckily so was my tummy. As soon as I fell, people came to help, asking if I was alright, how I felt, helping me to sit up and the staff in the station started calling ambulance.
I regained my conscience in about 20 seconds. I didn't feel sick, just a bit weak. Before I knew it, I was already in the centre of a big scence, and it got worse when I told them I'm pregnant. I was thinking that they might be able to notice my sticking-out tummy, but once again the fact is that my tiny bump sometimes just isn't give away info easily.
Very soon I felt all normal again and didn't quite understand why I fainted given that I have been so healthy since I'm pregnant. I told people I felt a lot better and would call my husband to rescue me. I also told them to cancel the ambulence. Although I have a lot of curiosity of a ride in ambulence, I honestly didn't think I was serious enough to get such treatment. The staff of station asked me to rest in the office when I was waiting for Chris and took some info from my ID. I guess it was for some caution precedures.
Chris came wihin five minutes. I saw a little relife on his face as soon as he saw me. He must have been very worried after the phone call. He asked the staff how it exact happened and the guy in the ticket window said he didn't really see it but heard a big noise when I fell. From the noise, it didn't sound like an easy fall. I told Chris I didn't hurt my head, just my back and right elbow feels a bit sore.
Then he took me to the medical centre cross the road. He said it would be quicker to get medical attention there than driving 10 minutes and waiting in the hospital. Having told the receptionist in medical centre that what had happened, I was arranged to lie down in the treatment room while we were waiting for the doctor. Chris was sitting next to me and holding my hand. I felt more emotionally shocked than physically unfit. I was keen to make sure that our bean was unharmed. She was moving a lot during the whole time, which I felt grateful for. At least I know she's still alive.
It wasn't long before the doctor came and she ran a bunch of tests on me. It turned out nothing serious to worry about. Baby is fine and the reason of the faint was my low blood pressure which could be caused by walking too fast and dyhydration. It made sense as I was walking to station to catch a train to city before the faint and hadn't yet drink any water. Although I didn't mean to rush, I could walk at my normal speed which is pretty fast. Although I knew plenty fluid is important for me, I just didn't get chance to start drinking water on that day as going to station was the first thing I did after breakfast and I usually don't drink water before or during breakies.
This accident is like a warning, making me realise that you could never be too cautious when you are pregnant. I feel guilty to our bean that I didn't look after her very well. I could do a lot better than this.
I'm 25 weeks pregnant now. Bean is growing at her pace. Everytime when she moves, as long as I can, I touch and rub my tummy to response. Sometimes she gets it and moves more. It's exciting and fascinating. I feel it's the first way of our commnunication.
She seems like music, blues better than classic. She always moves a lot when I put blues on. I watched the video of Cross Road Concert with Chris one time and she had a big kick when B.B.King was on. We then all laughed. Like mother, like daughter. She is also very active when Chris plays guitar around me and always response back when Chris sings to my tummy. No doubt that she's her daddy's little rock star!
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