Pretty much in that order, well this year anyway.
I am truly blessed to have healthy happy children already, this year though my partner and I decided we’d like to extend our family.
In February I suffered my first ectopic, I was 10 weeks and Ickle one had bedded into cesarean scar tissue from previous sections.
We were heartbroken, naturally.
Fast forward to June of this year and I suffered the exact same situation again, my 2nd cesarean scar ectopic pregnancy, this time at 7 weeks.
Due to how rare csep’s are supposed to be…though I think I’m proof that they’re not rare at all. And the fact I’d had 2 in a relatively short space of time, the consultant who’s care I was under advised for me not to risk any further pregnancies and be sterilised…The two I’d already had almost cost me my life which is a hard thing to get your head around at the beSt of times.
To be perfectly fair I honestly could not go through any more heartache and felt I was beyond blessed to have the beautiful family I already have, so my partner and I decided it was the right thing for us for me to have key hole surgery to have both my tubes removed.
I had that surgery at the end of July, 5 weeks after my 2nd csep.
Friday 4th sept I booked to see my gp. I hadn’t had a period since my keyhole, I felt constantly tired, completely off sex and nauseous throughout the day
I Googled my symptoms and was sure I would be told I have an under active thyroid.
Long story short, I don’t have an under active thyroid. Instead I got a very clear bfp on a test at the doctors.
Shocked doesn’t even begin to describe how I feel. And petrified and excited and scared and just about every other emotion you can think of.
I’m fairly certain we got pregnant just before keyhole surgery and not after, considering we were intimate for the first time since just a couple of weeks a go meaning nothing would show on a test that early.
I’m booked at my local epu to have a scan tomorrow and I am dreading it. It brings back so much raw emotion and i dont know whether to cling onto hope for dear life or whether to brace myself for bad news.
To be honest if I even pluck up the courage to go to the appointment it won’t be far short of a miracle.
I do however feel better for getting this out of my head and into words. Time will tell what fate is going to bring from here I guess