Helluva Week, and it’s only Wednesday
Posted in Mad Rantings on 12/14/2011 07:28 pm by Athena HollowAs most of you know, I found out terribly tragic news on Saturday that the fetus had stopped growing about 3 weeks ago, and as of Saturday, didn’t have a heartbeat. I was 1 day shy of being 12 weeks along. It was heartbreaking to hear, and I still have to hold back the tears thinking about it.
I had absolutely no cramping, so they sent me home, and referred me to an OB that was part of their hospital network. I called her on Monday morning, and she said she wanted me in asap, but the only time she had anything available was Tuesday at 3pm.
By the time Tuesday had come, I had some very minor cramping, but nothing major at all. The hospital had prescribed me Lortab 5/500 as a precaution. The OB was actually supposed to be at the hospital delivering a baby, but wanted to check on me first so that she could figure out if I needed a D&C (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dilation_and_curettage). Since my cramping was very minor at this point, she decided to have me scheduled for Thursday or Friday.
She was then reminded that she would be in Montana after Wednesday night, so I told the nurse that honestly, I didn’t care who did the surgery, as long as it got done. She said she’d look into the partner docs that would be taking over while my OB was out of the state.
Hours went by, and my cramping got a little worse, but nothing major still. I took a short 1 hour nap, woke up and started cooking some cinnamon rolls. Before they’d been in for 10 minutes, I started horrendous cramps.
I went to take a really hot bath, to help quell the pain, and it worked while I was in the tub, but the second I got out, I started feeling contractions. I knew what was happening, but didn’t know how to handle it.
Within 20 mins, I had managed to lose a shit ton of blood, as well as a golf ball sized clot. At this point, my husband decided that it was time to call the hospital. After some annoying transferring, he was finally told to call my OB. Her after hours doc could hear me screaming in pain from the other side of the house, while he was on the phone, and said to bring me in immediately. It was so excruciating, I thought I was going to die or pass out or both. At this point, I didn’t care which happened as long as the pain stopped.
I had never felt pain like this. Yes I had an epidural with my daughter, when I went into labor with her, but there was a 2 hour period between doses that I felt the full force of labor pains, and it was NOTHING compared to this. The only way I can explain it is if you managed to shoot and stab yourself in the lower abdomen at the same time, and kept twisting the knife.
I went to the hospital, and they dragged me into a room and immediately shot me up with Dilaudid. My pain IMMEDIATELY stopped. This lasted about an hour. The on call ER doctor came in and did a pelvic exam to see what was going on. I writhed around, because everytime he touched my cervix, it was like he was stabbing me.
This, of course, caused more cramps to start back up, and my pain meds to almost immediately cease working. They came in with Morphine, but it barely touched the pain. It was barely 25 mins and I was screaming again. The nurse came back with more Dilaudid, since it was the only thing they’d used that had actually worked.
I then got hooked up to a potassium drip (which sucked ass until she spliced it with saline) and I laid there for 2 hours without pain, just waiting for my OB to get there so they could do the D&C.
Finally, she came in (and wasn’t even supposed to, but she felt it was her responsibility since she had sent me home earlier that day). They knocked me out, and an hour later I woke up in no pain, except that I had to piss like a racehorse.
Got to go home right after that, and am doing well so far. Very minor pain, mostly just sore, like someone punched me over and over in my cervix. I assume this pain is from them dilating it and the scar tissue from my surgery in July ’10 is a bit tender.
The good news to come out of all of this is that the OB I’ve gotten out of this actually listens to her patients. I will be going in for a follow up exam in about 6 weeks (gotta call and schedule it tomorrow because I slept all day until about 5pm) and she said that she is definitely going to be testing for endometriosis.
It’s been a terribly tragic week, and it’s only Wednesday. But, I have loving friends that have all been here for me as best as they possibly can. Noel is supposed to come by Friday, I am pretty sure 2 other friends are coming by either Fri or Sat, and am hoping I can get my little bro to come stay tomorrow







