Unexpected

So as difficult as this is to write, I feel it needs to be documented as it greatly affected me. The week before Thanksgiving I began the process of what I thought was a normal miscarriage. But I had a feeling to go into see my OB. Well after some insurance issues I was sent to the ER. After two visits to get my blood drawn to check my HCG levels it was confirmed that I was in fact miscarrying. It was hard, but not being my first miscarriage, I knew that I could get through it & be fine.

The Monday on Thanksgiving week I was able to get into see my OB & they did an ultrasound & determined that what the ER thought was a cyst on my right ovary wasn't exactly on my ovary. My doctor said the only way to 100% rule out ectopic pregnancy was to go in laparoscopy & check. But he offered me a less invasive choice of doing another blood draw to make sure the HCG was dropping. I chose the latter as I was expecting my entire family to be arriving in town the next day for our big family reunion Thanksgiving cruise. My doctor wasn't thrilled when I told him I was leaving on a cruise just days away, but said I could still go. So I got my blood drawn & he said they'd call tomorrow with the results.

Tuesday, me & the boys met up with my brother & his family at the beach for some fun in the sun before the rest of the family arrived. I was feeling surprisingly better. So while we were at the beach I got a phone call from my doctor. He asked how I felt & when I told him I was starting to feel better his tone of voice changed which brought me to feel a little nervous. He told me that the lab work came back & my HCG levels went back up. That clearly is not normal. He also told me that last minute he decided to test my progesterone & those levels came back abnormal. He was very concerned & wanted me to meet him at the hospital ASAP.

Let's just say that I was beginning to panic. Doug was at school, I had my kids at the beach, I was wearing only a swim suit/coverup & I hadn't even told my brother & his wife what was going on. So after I ended the call, I pulled them aside & emotionally explained everything. It was comforting that they immediately took action & said they'd keep the boys with them & to go take care of myself. My nephews quickly gathered up my belongings to put in my car & then I was off on my way to the hospital. I called Doug just bawling & insisted that he meet me there as I couldn't do this on my own.

So within the hour was admitted into the hospital, getting more blood drawn, & meeting with my doctor for prep work. He explained the procedure & said that text book says he can make an incision in my Fallopian Tube & remove the pregnancy, but it would create scar tissue & the percentage would be higher to have another one in the future. So he preferred to just remove the entire right Fallopian Tube all together. That got me bugged eyed & Doug jumped in asking all the questions about how that would effect our future plans of conceiving etc. We were reassured that it wouldn't be a problem. Apparently it's a myth that you ovulate every other side, every other month. So here's to hoping my left side ovulates more often. Haha!

After talking to him I met the anesthesiologist & was told what to expect. I don't know why but it really hadn't crossed my mind that I would be putting under general anesthesia. So when he walked away I looked at Doug & just cried. I was super nervous. I'm so glad that he was there with me. He comforted me & reassured me that everything was going to be just fine.

And it was. It was about an hour procedure. When I was coming to in recovery all I could think about was how bad the catheter felt. The first person I saw was my doctor. He asked how was doing? (which now thinking about it, that's a stupid question. Typical guy.)  He said everything went great & that he was beyond grateful that we caught this when we did as the ectopic pregnancy was bigger then my ovary. And had we not done the procedure & I left on my cruise, it would have ended catastrophically as cruise ships are not equipped to handle those types of situations. 

That is the part that deeply touched me. I am beyond thankful for such an in tune doctor that decided to follow the promptings he received to help me. I have no doubt in my mind that God's hand was involved in this situation. 

I was discharged a while later, but not before Doug got to witness what a weirdo his wife is when she's high & loopy. I guess I said some pretty funny stuff.

My entire family arrived & it was so nice to be all together. I did go with them on the cruise. Lots of people seemed surprised that I did, but I couldn't have asked for a better situation to start recovering. I didn't have to clean, cook or entertain my kids. It was wonderful. I was in pain, but it was still wonderful. 

The bad side was that the doctor told me I couldn't lift anything heavier then 2 pounds. What the?? My purse weighs more then that! And I'm suppose to be packing my house to prepare for our big move in just 3 weeks. What was I to do? Well another answer to my prayers came. After the cruise everyone left right when we got back. Except for my parents. Their flight was scheduled to leave 3 days after we got to port. My mom said she had been wondering why my Dad booked it that way, but didn't care enough to change it. And thank goodness she didn't. She was the BIGGEST help to me & packed up my entire kitchen & all the heavy things.

What a week of Thanksgiving! As difficult of a loss that it was & as painful as a recovery it was, I am so grateful & thankful for the timing of things & how it all worked out. I know Heavenly Father has a plan for me & for our family. I have faith that it will all work out how it's suppose to & am just grateful to be alive & healthy.

Beautiful roses that my sister Laura sent me when she heard I was miscarrying.