Happy Saint Patrick’s Day Weekend! I want to share a three-part story, that is very difficult for me to share. This has taken me a year to be able to share this, so please stay with me here!
Saint Patrick’s Day Weekend has a very special meaning to me and once you read why, you will understand!
Saint Patty’s Day 2012 started out like any other Saturday morning! Andre woke up and headed to the gym and I was lying in bed catching up on TV and texting my friends about what a fun night ahead we were going to have! I couldn’t wait to go out and let loose, at this point, we had decided to take a break from fertility treatments and just be a couple! It was going to be a fun night of drinking green beer, eating bad food and hanging out with friends.
Never in my wildest dreams, did I see what was going to happen next.
Fast forward about an hour and I started to get excruciating pain on my right side; now I had a cyst rupture on my ovaries in High School and this pain was about the same. I called Andre and he came home, by this point, I couldn’t be touched. I thought the pain would go away, I took some Advil and was hellbent on not going to the ER, but after an hour or so of pain, Andre wasn’t having it anymore and away we went to the hospital.
We went to the ER and I remember being in so much pain, I laid on the leather couch, crying, sobbing in pain. They rushed me back and started pumping the pain meds. Remember, I thought I was having another cyst rupture! (Also, side note, I was on my cycle during this and that is when most cyst rupture.)
As they are injecting pain meds, the nurse tells me they need to rule out pregnancy and I just laughed at her…but did the urine sample anyway. Within 10 minutes, she came in and told me I was pregnant. NO WAY, I couldn’t be pregnant. I was on my cycle, we weren’t trying, she must have mixed up my sample with someone else’s.
To prove me wrong, they did bloodwork and rushed it. Andre and sat in utter silence, while we waited for the blood work to come back.
I think we were both:
First in shock
Second praying for a miracle
Third, truly scared of what was to come
An hour later, we got the results. I was in fact pregnant and about 8 weeks along. I was floored, how could I be pregnant? I was on my period; can women bleed while pregnant?! All these questions were circling and circling my mind. And then in the back of my mind, I let myself get excited.
Everyone said, when we stopped trying and stopped stressing, I would get pregnant, and that seemed to happen. WHAT?
They decided to do an ultrasound, however, they couldn’t find anything. HUH? If I am 8 weeks along, shouldn’t they see something. Maybe the tech was new and didn’t know where to look.
I was released and told to make an appointment with my doctor on Monday. So now the waiting game started and yep…I guess no green beer for me!
Check back for the 2nd part!