What Happened
My appointment was at 9:40, with Dr. Bratteli. He ordered an ultrasound and bloodwork for me-so I had to drive to the Pavillion to have those performed. My ultrasound tech was probably just going through the same old motions of her job, but she was very short with me and I got nervous. She said nothing the whole time about what she saw on the screen. During the ultrasound I had when pregnant with Alice, I never had to have the crazy vaginal device inserted into me. This time I did. I hated it. It hurt and took forever. The tech had to call my results (of which I was not aware of in the least) in to my doctor. While all of that was being taken care of, I went across the building to have my bloodwork done. The tech came to meet me in the waiting room and said that once my blood was drawn, to go back to the ultrasound waiting room. I kept wishing I wasn't doing all of this alone, but Clint was at work...
I got my blood drawn and proceeded back to the ultrasound waiting room. The tech met me after a couple of minutes and directed me to a phone where my doctor was waiting on the line, to speak with me. He explained that the results of my ultrasound found that I was having a tubal pregnancy, that my tube had ruptured and was bleeding into my stomach. Laparoscopic surgery had to be performed right away. Dr. Bratteli said that they could've potentially given me medicine to 'take care of things,' but since I was bleeding, surgery was my only choice. I went back to the main waiting room to anticipate a phone call from the surgeon who'd be doing the laparoscopy. At this point, I was finally able to get ahold of Clint. I didn't want to start crying in public, but of course I did. He said he was on his way from his job site to meet me at the hospital. Then my surgeon called and went through the details over the phone. He was surprised that I was by myself and seemed apprehensive about making me drive to the hospital, but it was only across the street. I assured him I could do it. Everything is a big blur after this. It all went down within the matter of a couple of hours.
I showed up at the hospital at around 12:15 and they absolutely rushed each procedure. I knew that what was happening to me was life threatening, but it was all the more profound with the feeling of haste. Clint showed up just as my IV's and whatnot were being taken care of. I met the anesthisiologist, an array of nurses and Dr. Hardin, my surgeon. Clint and I were trying to take care of phone calls and text messages to everyone before they put me to sleep. Most people had no idea I was even pregnant. I felt guilty for not having told them sooner, but I was tired of talking about it. I wanted it to just go away. While Clint was on the phone with my daycare lady, Lynn, I was wheeled into surgery. I didn't get to say goodbye, so i sort of just said it to him in my head. I was really relieved once we got to the surgery room. They covered me in multiple layers of warm blankets and gave me the sleepy meds. I was already so tired that it felt like a blessing to close my eyes. I was afraid to wake up, as they had told me I'd have a breathing tube.
When I came to, the tube was miraculously out, so I didn't have to go through the gruesome procedure of having it taken out and gagging and potentially throwing up. However, I wasn't too thankful for long. I could not speak for the trauma in my throat, but the nurses kept trying to get me to talk. It angered me. I just wanted to lay there, silently. It hurt to strain my vocal chords. A nurse was there to up my meds in accordance to the pain I was experiencing. Once that was finished, they wheeled me into recovery, where Clint was very attentive in giving me ice chips. Another nurse came in and gave me some Percoset with OJ. Then a lovely popsicle. It was a relief to have some soothing remedies for my throat. I was more focused on it than the three sites of my incisions. They discharged me pretty quickly, after we filled my prescription for Perc's.
Now I'm at home recovering...my family and friends have been extremely helpful in offering their time to babysit if needed. I can't pick Alice up and Clint's doing all of the required feeding, diaper changing, etc. As much of a weird shock as it was to find out I'd had a tubal pregnancy, my mind is now at ease in knowing what was wrong and having it taken care of. I suppose that's all for now. Just thought I'd share my story.
I got my blood drawn and proceeded back to the ultrasound waiting room. The tech met me after a couple of minutes and directed me to a phone where my doctor was waiting on the line, to speak with me. He explained that the results of my ultrasound found that I was having a tubal pregnancy, that my tube had ruptured and was bleeding into my stomach. Laparoscopic surgery had to be performed right away. Dr. Bratteli said that they could've potentially given me medicine to 'take care of things,' but since I was bleeding, surgery was my only choice. I went back to the main waiting room to anticipate a phone call from the surgeon who'd be doing the laparoscopy. At this point, I was finally able to get ahold of Clint. I didn't want to start crying in public, but of course I did. He said he was on his way from his job site to meet me at the hospital. Then my surgeon called and went through the details over the phone. He was surprised that I was by myself and seemed apprehensive about making me drive to the hospital, but it was only across the street. I assured him I could do it. Everything is a big blur after this. It all went down within the matter of a couple of hours.
I showed up at the hospital at around 12:15 and they absolutely rushed each procedure. I knew that what was happening to me was life threatening, but it was all the more profound with the feeling of haste. Clint showed up just as my IV's and whatnot were being taken care of. I met the anesthisiologist, an array of nurses and Dr. Hardin, my surgeon. Clint and I were trying to take care of phone calls and text messages to everyone before they put me to sleep. Most people had no idea I was even pregnant. I felt guilty for not having told them sooner, but I was tired of talking about it. I wanted it to just go away. While Clint was on the phone with my daycare lady, Lynn, I was wheeled into surgery. I didn't get to say goodbye, so i sort of just said it to him in my head. I was really relieved once we got to the surgery room. They covered me in multiple layers of warm blankets and gave me the sleepy meds. I was already so tired that it felt like a blessing to close my eyes. I was afraid to wake up, as they had told me I'd have a breathing tube.
When I came to, the tube was miraculously out, so I didn't have to go through the gruesome procedure of having it taken out and gagging and potentially throwing up. However, I wasn't too thankful for long. I could not speak for the trauma in my throat, but the nurses kept trying to get me to talk. It angered me. I just wanted to lay there, silently. It hurt to strain my vocal chords. A nurse was there to up my meds in accordance to the pain I was experiencing. Once that was finished, they wheeled me into recovery, where Clint was very attentive in giving me ice chips. Another nurse came in and gave me some Percoset with OJ. Then a lovely popsicle. It was a relief to have some soothing remedies for my throat. I was more focused on it than the three sites of my incisions. They discharged me pretty quickly, after we filled my prescription for Perc's.
Now I'm at home recovering...my family and friends have been extremely helpful in offering their time to babysit if needed. I can't pick Alice up and Clint's doing all of the required feeding, diaper changing, etc. As much of a weird shock as it was to find out I'd had a tubal pregnancy, my mind is now at ease in knowing what was wrong and having it taken care of. I suppose that's all for now. Just thought I'd share my story.