Hi friends! I am sorry to leave you hanging, but the flu hit and then Audrey had strep and she thought it would be a great idea to give it to me!
So, let’s see where did I leave you….
Oh yes, we were on our way home from the ER, pregnant and feeling very nervous and excited.
We were told at the ER to make an appointment with our OBGYN, so that is the first thing I did on Monday morning. I called the nurse and cried to her. I remember she said…
Come in right away.
I headed to her office and sat in the waiting room with other women, many of them were big and pregnant (isn’t it funny how the only time in a woman’s life where she’s okay being “big” is when she’s pregnant?!…but never tell a woman she looks big when she’s pregnant haha!!)
Okay so, I sat there staring at their bellies and before I knew it, I was touching mine. Praying for my baby to take and make it. I was sent to get blood work and then was placed in a room to talk to my doctor.
I waited for what seemed like two hours; but was not even 5 minutes. She came in and held my hand, told me to be prepared for another miscarriage but she would call with the lab results.
I thanked her, why did I thank her? What was I thanking her for? For telling me that I was losing another baby?!
But I did and left. I sat in my car and cried, called Andre and decided to go home to wait for THE call. A little after 5pm that night, we got the dreaded call. However, my doctor said my numbers were tripling, she wanted us to come in on Thursday for more blood work and an ultrasound. There I was laying on the couch Monday evening, crying and laughing at the same time. How could I wait days to find the answer out? Was this my chance, MY baby? Was this actually going to work this time?
Thursday came and I went to work. That day, I was the only one there for a little while and I was in so much pain, that I laid on the floor of my office. My side was throbbing; I knew at that minute that something was not right. At 4pm, I headed to the doctor, Andre met me there. We went into the ultrasound room and the tech was so talkative. He told me to lay on the table, that my numbers were high enough, he wouldn’t need to probe, thank goodness at least something can go my way. He was asking how far along we were? How were feeling? …And then SILENCE. He just stopped talking. I looked at Andre and back at the tech and then back to Andre. The tears started at that point, he finished and told me the doctor would be right in.
WAIT? What? Tell me what is going on?
Within seconds, the doctor came in and the look on her face was white. She then said the words I will never be able to forget.
“Martha, you need to go to the hospital right now? You have a ectopic pregnancy and it ruptured. You are internally bleeding. The doctor and hospital staff are waiting for you.”
I looked down at my work clothes and thought,
Wait, I need comfy clothes, I have my car, I need to bring my car home. I don’t have time for surgery?
I never once thought I was losing my baby and now my tube. Until I was laying there in the OR, about to go under and I hear…
“She is so young to lose her tube”.
Stick around for the last part of my story coming next week!