This was written in April of 2015, while in the hospital with my first Ectopic Pregnancy. These were my feelings and opinions at the time.
This is long. It is sad. Consider this a trigger warning, but I also think it is important.
In 2012 when I miscarried, I hoped to never go through that again, but knew the odds were not in my favour.
On February 12th I had my period. A couple of days later than normal but it came nonetheless. Flash forward to March and my period was late. I pee'd on a stick. Negative. I pee'd on another and another, negative times two.
I started bleeding 10 days after I was expecting my period. I knew in my heart that it was likely a miscarriage but figured time would tell. When I stopped bleeding seven days later I thought maybe I had been wrong. Yes there had been a lot of blood. Yes I had some pretty bad cramps. But it only lasted a day or two longer than normal and there were the negative HPT's to consider. Plus I am not new to painful periods.
The next day I started bleeding bright red again. Then the pain started.
It was like cramping, but localized to my right side only. It radiated down my thigh and back. It hurt. It got worse. On Tuesday I called the doctor. I couldn't take the pain. I figured miscarriage or maybe even a chemical pregnancy, which I really didn't know much about.
The NP saw me, took some blood and ordered ultrasounds but was thinking miscarriage as well. The urine test was negative for pregnancy.
She gave me naproxen and sent me on my less than merry way. I went back to work. By the time I got home the pain was immense. I could barely move. I took a naproxen and it made a huge difference. That night I had the sweats and chills. In the morning I was more uncomfortable than anything and the pain was much less. Maybe it was the naproxen?
The ultrasound couldn't be booked until Thursday. So I worked Wednesday all day and Thursday morning before running over for the ultrasound. Just before I left work the NP called with the bloodwork results. It was a confirmed miscarriage. The ultrasound would be looking to rule out an ectopic pregnancy.
The ultrasound tech was great. She was thoughtful, concerned and offered her sympathies. I told her I understood that she couldn't tell me anything. I asked when my Dr would get the results, but it wouldn't be until Tuesday because of the long weekend. (These things always happen on long weekends).
She grew concerned and quiet, asking what my plans were post ultrasound. I told her that if I needed to I would go to emerg. She left to speak to a doctor who said to come to emerg.
So I found myself registering for emergency. A little déjà vu. Calling J to inform him. I got in quickly and was told it looked like a ruptured ectopic pregnancy and I had to go to a larger hospital 30 mins away. He said there was a "mass " likely blood in my uterus and a "free floating fluid mass" likely blood in my pelvic region.
J was in a meeting without his vehicle, so got a ride to the office, ran home to get changed (didn't want to wear his uniform & gun to the hospital) and came to get me.
The next hospital emergency area was awful. There were no signs explaining what you needed to do. Angry, tired staff who actually yelled at us for asking where we were supposed to go to be triaged. And it took almost an hour to get triaged and registered. All this time thinking I could have internal bleeding. I could loose a tube or an ovary or worse. I was scared. I know we are not done having kids.
But I was also numb. Numb to emotion. I didn't have the emotional connection to this loss like I did previously. Was I sad, yes, anxious, depressed, emotionally wrought? No.
We got a bed in emerg and had an amazing nurse look after us. However the gyno on call was trying very hard to go home at the end of her shift. She told me they could not confirm miscarriage or ectopic pregnancy. Everyone else was wrong. That she considered me pregnant. 7 weeks pregnant! She said it was likely an abnormal pregnancy but still.
Than she said that just two weeks before someone presented very similar to mine and ended up with a viable pregnancy.
If I had been emotionally attached to this pregnancy that is possibly the worst thing she could have done. Giving hope. It breaks my heart to even think about how that would have affected me in 2012. I was desperate to hear those words then. Now I just wanted this over.
I said so much to the doctor who got quite mad at me. Asking how I would feel about aborting a living baby. I don't like the words she threw at me. I think it was in poor taste.
She told me to come back on Saturday to emerg for an ultrasound and bloodwork and to see the Dr on call. The ultrasound couldn't be booked until 10am, prime time in emerg. In we came, my mom and I (J stayed home with Alex), I had another fantastic tech. But she didn't like what she saw. The Radiologist read them right away and came in to do his own ultrasound. He didn't like what he saw either. As a doctor he could give me the results. It was an ectopic pregnancy, outside of the tube, right next to my right ovary.
It was a disaster trying to get into emerg, even though the Dr on call was expecting me and they had my ultrasound done already. It took almost two hours to get into a room. The Dr eventual came and saw me, pushed for me to get Methotrexate and let the chemo drug destroy everything that was left. I asked for side effects, pros and cons for it vs surgery. She convinced me to get the methotrexate. She said if I had any pain worse than it was currently, fever, dizziness to come back in right away.
The methotrexate was injected by a needle in each hip. It hurt like hell. I knew sleep would now be futile as I am a side sleeper. The hips would hurt for a few days they said.
Than the Dr came back and admitted that she never looked at my ultrasound, but had now. The egg/mass/whatever was larger than she thought and not where she thought it was. It was on the large side for Methotrexate to work, but because my Hcg was so low (219) it should work.
I asked about support groups for miscarriage and pregnancy loss. This is a fairly big hospital, part of a larger hospital system. She looked at me like I had 12 heads. Eventually she found me some outdated info on a group that meets monthly an hour away.
We went home,J went to work no my mom spent the night with Alex and I. I hadn't eaten since dinner the night before,and while at the hospital was told no food or drink. My mom got me a sandwich and a hot chocolate on the way home. For dinner I had a tiny slice of pizza. Some tea and water over the course of five or so hours. I went to bed early. At about 9:30 the pain started. Sharp and hard on my right side. Similar to Tuesday. I couldn't stand. I had the shakes, bad. A headache and felt nauseous. I got my mom and said I needed to go back to hospital. I called J, he suggested asking the neighbours to come sit for Alex until he could get home. So she did, bless her for rushing over.
I was scared. I thought the mass was rupturing. Once again I saw my future children possibly disappearing. Emerg was busy, it took an hour or so to get into see the same Dr from earlier in the day, despite my calling her on route to the hospital. My hemoglobin had dropped nine points to 132, not abnormal, but not likely a rupture. It might just be the methotrexate doing its job. So she said she would either admit me for observation and run more bloodwork in the morning and make a decision then, or if I wanted the surgery right that minute she would do it. But she had scared me about the surgery earlier in the day. Saying it upped my chances of having another ectopic pregnancy in the future, and if she opened me up, I would likely lose my tube.
I opted to be admitted for observation, got some pain killers and sent my mom back to my house. I slept and slept and slept.
The Dr came back in the morning a couple of times. They did bloodwork,and she said that she was passing me off to the new on call Dr. If I was still here in the morning, she would come see me. Just before she left she said I could have a little something to eat. That was at 9:30. I didn't see a soul again until I pushed the nurse button at 10:30. She said she would check the orders and if it was okay, get me something to eat. She did, but told me to take it slow. I had to ask for lunch at 1pm, since the lunch she had promised me at 12:15 never materialized.
The only time I saw her was when I paged her. No doctor showed up. So I paged her and asked when I could go home, since they really were not doing anything for me. I missed my husband, son and dog. It was Easter Sunday and I just wanted my family.
She said this afternoon after 4:30pm likely.
Whelp you can probably guess how that went. The new Dr sent his Resident to talk to me. Apologizing for not coming earlier, saying they each thought the other was going to check on me.
She and the doctor wanted me stay the night for observation again. Apparently it is common for at least 24hrs of observation for ectopic pregnancies.
It turned out that Dr hadn't agreed with the original Dr's course of action. He was wiping his hands of being involved with me.
The next day the original Dr released me. With bloodwork to do every couple of days and to check in with Emerg on Friday.
When I tried to do the bloodwork at my local hospital, as I was instructed, I was turned away. They don't do bloodwork there. Even though I had to follow up in emerg. They would not see me. So off we went to the larger hospital. Luckily I have an amazing aunt who stuck by me for the day. We got the bloodwork done but had to wait to see the Dr. It was hours in the waiting room. I wasn't comfortable sitting, I didn't have the energy to stand and laying wasn't a whole lot better, but there was no option in the waiting room for that.
Six or so hours later I got into emerg. The On Call Emerg Dr came and asked me why I was there.
Why are you here??!?
I explained for the umpteenth time that day. She left but had me hooked up to an IV drip.
More waiting. Finally the Dr from the weekend before came in. Good news she said. My numbers had dropped.
How was my Easter?
Oh ya, mine sucked too. I was on call and so was my husband so we had take out Thai food for dinner.
I am so glad that while I sat in the hospital the weekend before hoping for the methotrexate to kill my baby that she also had a poor Easter weekend by being on call for part of it and having to have Thai takeout. Because when I was begging for food the weekend before that is totally not nearly as bad as being on call.
We spoke up and said that my pain/discomfort was worse, in spite of the " good numbers", my aunt told her we would not be leaving without a ultrasound.
Fine, she said, but I am leaving, you will have to deal with the next on-call dr.
Off I go for my ultrasound.
Guess what?
The baby had grown. The methotrexate did not work. I was rupturing. Do not pass Go! Do not collect $200! Go straight to emergency surgery.
J was home with Alex and found a sitter to come up to see me, but didn't make it in time before the surgery.
But he was there to hold my hand when I got out.
I remember coming to and the first thing I said was, did you save my ovary/tube?
Yes and yes. It was in the right tube, and they managed to salvage everything. My tube had been stretched to its max point. Fun fact for you, Fallopian Tubes are not designed to be stretched. Which is why they rupture.
They kept me overnight. They sent me home the next day.
I was off work for a month total.