So for those of you who didn’t know, being pregnant is pretty hard. Who would have thought?!
I’ve only been pregnant for 4 months and it seems like one thing after another keeps getting thrown at me. And I mean literally from the beginning, when I first found out I was pregnant.
Now before I go too much further, let me back up a little because some of you might not know what I’m talking about.
Back in November I had been having a lot of pain— to the point where I could barely walk. For those of you who don’t know me, I’m not a wimp. I have a VERY high tolerance for pain so it was BAD! But of course, like anything else, I figured it would just go away so I waited through it.
Well, I was wrong. Eventually, I called out of work and checked myself into the nearest Quick Care (but of course I work for the hospital so everyone knew me lol).
For the first half hour being there, waiting to be triaged, I thought I was just overreacting and should go home—But when the nurse came out it was too late for that. Now everyone was going to make fun of me for checking myself in for cramps.
In triage, things quickly changed. One moment I was sitting there explaining my pain to the nurse and the next I’m leaned over my seat, losing my eyesight, unable to hear anything, and vomiting. Clearly something was wrong!
After getting into a room; changing; being poked and prodded with needles; giving a urine sample; and being pumped with morphine; Mikel showed up. And like clock work, the doctor came in right behind him.
“So has anyone told you the results of your tests?”
“No? No one’s told me anything.”
Shutting the door behind him, “Well, we got the results of your pregnancy test…” Ya ya ya hurry up and tell me it’s negative so we can talk about what’s really wrong with me. “…and it came back positive.”
Squeezing Mikel’s hand, my eyes widened as I tried to comprehend how I could be pregnant. “OK…so why am I in so much pain?”
“Well there could be a couple reasons why that is…” The doctor went on to explain how I could either have just a big cyst or it was an ectopic pregnancy.
“So what does that mean if it is ectopic?”
“If it is in fact ectopic than you would have to have an emergency surgery to remove it or it could put your life at risk. But we don’t need to think about that until we find out for sure what’s going on.”
As soon as he left the room and shut the door I broke into tears and an anxiety attack. I couldn’t handle this. It was all too much to take in.
Mikel stood there crying with me trying to be strong and calm me down and when I did finally did we had a chance to break the shocking news to our parents.
“Hi honey, what’s going on? Did they figure anything out yet? How are you doing? I’m trying to get everything done at the office so I can come in and be with you.”
“Mom, I’m pregnant…”
“WHAT?!”
“…they’re not sure if I have a cyst or if the baby is in my Fallopian tube. If it is, I’m going to need emergency surgery…”
“I’m grabbing my stuff right now. I’ll be there in a few minutes!”
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