The saga continues...

Okay so I left off at being scheduled to go to the hospital and having a D&C.  As I said before, I was lucky my niece and nephew were there to visit.  They helped take care of Carter while Bill and I went to the hospital.  I was scheduled to have the surgery at 6pm so I had to show up at 4pm for paperwork and prep.  Instead of being a 2 hour wait, it turned into almost 4 hours.  It turns out that the OR was backed up, they had a patient not go as planned.

Anyway, it was finally my turn.  I was wheeled into the OR and the last thing I remember is looking up at my doctor as she held my hand. 

What felt like a blink of an eye later, I woke up in the recovery room.  You could say I was a bit dazed and confused.  That didn't last long though.  The memory of why I was there came rushing back.

Shortly after I woke up, they wheeled me into another waiting room where Bill was able to come in and see me.  I don't remember much of what happened.  I do remember they said they had to remove a suspicious looking mole, one that I did not know I had.  They also said that everything went well and that I would need to follow up with my doctor in a couple of weeks.

The day after the procedure I was off to Boise to take my niece and nephew home and to get a little rest. 

During the day I was usually okay, but at night I was a mess.  I had a hard time comprehending how and why this happened.  I had been told the baby was whole and healthy and there would be a miracle in all of this.  Where was my miracle?

Anyway, time went by and things started to get back to "normal".  About five weeks after my D&C, I started having some bleeding and cramping.  I thought it was my period starting because it fit within the time frame that they had given me.  That night, August 20, I went to bed about 10pm.  Around 1am, I woke up in excruciating pain.  It felt like the worst cramps I had ever had.  I got up and went to the bathroom.  WARNING: GRAPHIC INFO!  In 3 hours I had bled through a tampon.  Not normal, but not abnormal for me either.  I changed my tampon, put on a pad and took a percocet (again, worst cramps I had ever felt).  I went back to bed and tried to fall asleep.

No such luck.  I kept tossing and turning in bed, but the pain would not go away.  Finally, after about 2 hours, I got up and went into the bathroom.  Again I had bled through my tampon AND the pad.  The percocet had done nothing for me, I was still in a lot of pain.  I took an ibuprofen and a hot bath.  Neither did anything for me.  I was reeling in pain and every time I put pressure on my abdomen, blood would gush out.  By this time, Bill was awake and very concerned.  I was extremely fidgety and uncomfortable.

About 3:45am, I called my mom and told her what was going on.  She said it sounded like I was in labor.  I said there was no way because I was not pregnant.  She suggested trying the hot bath, taking something, curling into the fetal position.  All things I had already tried and did not work.  Bill at this point suggested we go to the ER.  I said "no".  I did not want to be one of those people who went for a stupid reason, plus I was thinking about the cost of an ER visit.

Finally, around 4am, I decided I had to go to the ER.  The pain was getting worse and I was not finding comfort from anything I was doing.  Bill got dressed, grabbed Carter and I called my mom to let her know.

We arrived at the hospital (a different one than the original) a little before 4:30 am.  Got checked in and taken right back.

Again this post is getting long so I will finish the story in another post at another time.  Until next time...