Tuesday, 18 December 2012

It's finally over

They say you need to hit rock bottom before it gets better.

Here is a sample of my rock bottom.

Last Thursday I woke up around 5am with abdominal pain and lower back pain. I got up out of bed and went to the bathroom and started to feel dizzy and nauseous. I screamed out to DH and he helped me onto the lounge. I could barely talk. My focus was on breathing through the pain. I had so much pressure in my lower abdomen so hubby helped me back to the bathroom but I collapsed on the bathroom floor. I finally found the strength to tell hubby to call me an ambulance.

Within 5 minutes the ambulance had arrived and I was given some morphine to help the pain. Then it was off to hospital.

We arrived around 6am and I was seen to straight away. I explained I was due to have surgery at 5pm today for a cornual ectopic pregnancy. The Dr in emergency explained I'd be having surgery a lot earlier than that as I was bleeding internally - my worse fear confirmed - the pregnancy had ruptured.

It took 4 Dr's and 2 nurses 90 minutes to find a vein in my hand/arm to insert a cannula. I was dehydrated and my veins kept collapsing. The pain was starting to get excruciating not to mention the pain from the cannula attempts. So I kept sniffing the morphine until finally a vein behaved and a cannula inserted into my hand.

Lots of phone calls were made and the surgery was bought forward as quickly as possible. Hubby was beside himself with worry so I asked him to call mum and let her know I was in emergency again.

I was quickly transported to the private hospital, where the surgery was taking place and by that stage my pain was off the charts. I was struggling to breathe normally and taking short swallow breaths. Next, they moved me onto another bed and that was it. I SCREAMED like I've never screamed before.





Hubby and my mum were crying and screaming at the nurses and surgeon to help me. I very clearly remember at this stage sinking to another level of survival. I calmed my breathing, stopped moving, focused on my prayers and willed myself to survive this.

I remember saying goodbye to my husband - telling him he was the man of my dreams and I've never loved someone as much as I loved him.

I remember saying goodbye to my mum - telling her how much I loved her and how sorry I was that she had to go through this.

My last vision was of my mum collapsing against a wall and hubby holding her - both crying.

Then the lights went out ......... and I woke up.

The nurse looked at me and told me I'd survived the surgery. I immediately said a prayer of thanks. Never in my life was I so thankful and grateful to be breathing, pain free, but breathing.

I asked her if I was still pregnant and her answer was no.
I asked her if I still had my uterus and her answer was yes.
I asked her if I needed a blood transfusion and she said nearly but no.
My final question was, "does my husband and mother know I'm ok" and she said yes.

Reuniting with my husband and mother was the best moment of my life. The weight was finally off my shoulders.

Whilst I still grieve and mourn the loss of my 3rd baby, I can't help but feel so thankful to be alive.

I'm now resting at home and the feelings of guilt and selfishness and starting to creep in. My desire and need to have child have not only put my life at risk, but my family and friends have had to endure the prospect of losing a wife, daughter, sister, friend and work colleague.

I knew the chances of an ectopic were higher this time round and I still wanted to attempt it. Does that make my selfish? I never could have foreseen this outcome and in all honesty, I don't think I can ever attempt it again. I can't put my hubby through this again and again and again.

So my initial thoughts are ....... It's finally over. I believe we may need to close the door on this TTC chapter. Typing that sentence brings tears to my eyes because it means our dreams are shattered. But how does one move on from this?


Anonymous said...

I couldn't not comment on this post, I am sobbing like a crazy person. You have been through so much babe and I feel honored to call you a friend. What you & hubby have survived is beyond belief BUT you have survived it together. You werent selfish at all, So don't even think along those lines. I'm so sorry it has worked out this way. You certainly are a very special person - one which the world isn't ready to give up. What a terrible day last Thursday must have been on your husband, mum and family but I am so glad that you stuck around :)
Lots of love and get well vibes xox
Kel xox

Jesse said...

I am so glad that you are ok. Well you know what I mean. Take some time to heal. Rest up. I really hope your dream isn't over. Give it some time & re-visit your options. How scary for you all. Thinking of you.

Jules said...

I don't know what to say, apart from I'm so sorry & that probably doesn't help much.

You have been through so much this year. More than anyone could even bare in a lifetime.

I understand you thoughts to end TTC after everything, but you are still only in the heat of the moment (so to speak).

Take a year off. Enjoy just being you. Pamper yourself, travel, do things for you. Then, in a year or so, re-evaluate TTC.

In the mean time, just take care. You are in my thoughts.

Anonymous said...

I've been stalking your blog daily since your last post hoping and praying that you pulled through OK - so glad to hear from you!

The previous 2 comments have pretty much summed up what I'm sure loads of people are thinking right now. Words can't express how devastated we all are to hear of your latest loss.

I truely hope you and your hubby can find a way to fulfill your dreams to be parents and you are ABSOLUTELY BY NO MEANS SELFISH by wanting to persue that dream!

Hold each other tight - you will be in my prayers for a brighter 2013.


Stalking a Stork said...

I just need this year to be over with now. Too many bad memories.