Remember when I said Thursday was better? That night it got kind of worrisome. And remember when I said I was 5 weeks pregnant? I woke up in the middle of the night with some major abdominal cramping. I was a little worried but thought maybe it was a result from the emotional couple of days I had. The cramping didn't come back that night or at all on Friday. I had a tiny bit of spotting but nothing major. I called my OB/GYN but she didn't seem concerned at all at this point. I should also mention that I have 2 large cysts on my right ovary, which she had found on 8-24, the same day I found out I was newly pregnant. Shawn had come home Friday night so I got some good hugs from him and told him what happened Thursday night. He still seemed optimistic and encouraged me to be the same, telling me that I had such a healthy first pregnancy and everything was going to be fine. I wanted to believe it so badly but I was feeling a bit nervous.
Saturday night, I went up to bed and suddenly had the pains again. I was writhing around in bed feeling awful. Shawn was trying to do some work in his office and came in to check on me--brought me some ginger ale/tums...I ended up vomiting, but that still didn't make me feel better. After an hour and a half, I finally felt better and was able to fall asleep.
Sunday morning, I was feeling better but my tummy still wasn't 100%. My appetite had been gone for the past couple of days and I was nauseous as well. I felt confident telling Shawn to head to his volleyball tournament since I was generally feeling fine. Around 1130 a.m. I started getting stuff together to take Evan to the park and have a picnic while Shawn finished up volleyball. And then it hit me. It was pain I have never felt before, and I delivered Evan naturally! I was doubled over, I couldn't move, could barely breathe. Nothing I did relieved the pain. I got dizzy, scared. Evan was due to wake up any minute and I couldn't move an inch, let alone go upstairs and pick him up. I picked up the phone and couldn't even text--I speed dialed Shawn and got his voice mail. I was fearing he was in the middle of a game, but I left a message anyway telling him to come home. Thankfully, he got the voicemail and headed straight home.
Evan was still in bed and by the time Shawn got home, the pain subsided enough for me to curl up on the couch. At that point, I had my dr paged and when she called I filled her in. She still didn't seem alarmed--she thought maybe my cyst burst or it was appendicitis. She said that if it was a miscarriage, the only reason to go to the hospital was for pain meds. She offered to see me the next day (Monday) in her office. I was not comfortable with her response but I decided to call the next day and try to get in to see her. I just wanted her to do an ultrasound and see if she could see anything--even if it was too early to see a heartbeat...
Well, I didn't have to wait. Sunday night I went up to bed and that searing pain from earlier in the day came back and I was in unbearable pain. This time, Shawn was right there to see me and immediately decided he was taking me to the ER. We woke up Evan and drove to the ER, me in major pain the entire way.
Based on the results of the blood tests and ultrasounds, the Dr informed me that he was certain I had an ectopic pregnancy and that it burst. He said I had to have surgery within the next few hours. I was suddenly scared and upset. I knew what that could mean--the embryo implanted in my fallopian tube and it burst so would I still be able to have children?? At 330 a.m., I went in for laparoscopic surgery. They removed 500cc of blood from my abdominal area (which is not bad), the remains of the embryo and my right fallopian tube. I was told I can still go on to have completely healthy pregnancies, and the fact that I already have a child helps my chances. My blood count is a bit low, so instead of 6 weeks, I have to wait 2-3 months before we can try to conceive again but I am ok with that. When I do, God willing, get pregnant again, I will be considered high risk which means they will monitor me much more closely in the beginning.
Earlier in the week I was wondering if everything was going to hit me but so far it hasn't.I think it's mostly because I am relieved that Shawn was home to make me go to the ER, that I was no longer in pain and that I was alive! When a tubal pregnancy bursts and there is internal bleeding it could be fatal. I was thankful I hadn't seen the heartbeat yet because I think I would have felt the loss of the pregnancy much more.
Although I can't help but feel a bit frustrated with my OB/GYN for dismissing, twice, my complaint of abdominal pain during early pregnancy. I can't decide if I am going to ditch her or not. I thought highly of her with my first pregnancy, but my first pregnancy was a breeze...The jury is still out on this...
I am still in disbelief that this happened, and still feel sadness when I think about it sometimes, but overall I am just feeling thankful that I am ok and that I can still have children. And as I sit here, resting and recovering nicely, I am still feeling extremely grateful for the amazing support system I have. They all said the right things and stepped up in the ways they needed to. It's because of them that I am not a complete wreck and for that I am eternally grateful!
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