My story, The reason I am the CL.
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|Sun, 10-10-2010 - 8:57pm|
Last year I was a normal mom going through life. Having just announced that we were expecting our fourth child, I was going through life and doing what I could to keep myself busy. I had started spotting which wasn't unusual for me and it wasn't enough to be worried about. I finally called my doctor and said that I was concerned and that it probably wasn't anything abnormal and that I was overreacting. I went in and they talked to me about the possibilities and prepared me as best they could for what might happen. I went in knowing that I had lost the baby....little did I know how I would react. I thought I had prepared myself enough to contain my emotions. I thought I was okay with it. I wasn't. I cried and cried. The technician was so nice. He just sat there with me until I was able to get up and leave. I went home knowing that I had to wait it out and hope that my body would work the right way. A week later I went back in and nothing had happened. I was still in the same plaece I was the week before and that made 3 weeks after the baby had passed. I was told I could wait another week or just schedule the D&C. So being ready to be done with the physical side of things so I could move on, I went into surgery. My surgery was at 1 p.m. on October 13th 2009. I didn't know going in that my life was about to change. I woke up that morning nervous as most people are when going into surgery. I had prepared myself and was ready to be done. I wanted to be able to move on with my life. I figured 30 minutes and I could be done with at least knowing that I was carrying a baby that was not living and could begin the grieving process. I was prepped and taken to surgery. My husband was another state away working and my mom had accompanied me.
It was 5:50 p.m. when I woke up. I was in severe pain and I couldn't figure out why I was in pain and it was so late. My surgery was only supposed to be about 30 minutes long. I asked the nurse why I was in so much pain and she said, probably because of the incision........UM WHAT!? I explained to her that there wasn't supposed to be an incision and seriously thought that a mistake had been made. I was scared. She didn't know I didn't know there was an incision and she immediately summoned the doctor to talk to me. He came in and I knew when I saw his face that it wasn't good.
He explained to me that while in surgery I had begun bleeding a lot. He tried to find the bleeding and it took him several hours to figure out how to stop it. By the time he had figured that out I had lost a lot of blood. After stopping the bleeding he began to finish the surgery but my blood levels were still dropping. That meant only one thing. I was bleeding internally. They had to go in with a camera to see where I was bleeding. What they found was that had been bleeding because my uterus