Hi All,
I have thought about posting, and reaching out for sometime now, but never really knew what to say or where to start but here goes…
I had a very traumatic experience of a ruptured ectopic pregnancy on the 24th April, two days before my daughters 9th birthday. I found out i was expecting baby number 2 the week before, I was extremely happy as it didn’t take us long to conceive.
So a bit of my background - before my daughter I had a miscarriage at 10 weeks in 2011, was hard to deal with but I managed to block it out and 6 months later i found out i was expecting my daughter, her pregnancy was great, straight forward, however I had quite bad post natal depression, a lot was circumstantial. I wasn’t in a good place and attempted to take my own life, as I felt i was fighting a losing battle with the in laws. I thankfully got all the help i needed. But this had always put me off having another baby, i was scared i would miscarry, i was scared i would end up with PND again (even thought i knew my triggers) In 2014 I decided I wanted to follow my passion and become a Nurse, so i did. This then made me realise that I was wrong to put off having another baby for those reasons, so after postponing our wedding twice we decided to try for baby 2, we knew when we would agree to stop so I wasn’t pregnant or too close to giving birth for our new wedding date June 2022. We both were excited about our new chapter, and I knew i was pregnant before I even pee’d on the stick to tell me. I was so excited and called my partner. We both were happy and we kept the news to ourselves because I knew all too well the devastation of telling people you lost your baby. I did however tell my work, I was a lone worker in the community doing vaccines - so I needs them to know if i was having an off day.
fast forward again, and I wake up with stomach cramps, i felt it was like constipation, was back and forth to the toilet, I told my partner to still go to work, i played down my pain, I thought i was panicking a bit that i was having a miscarriage so thought I was making the pain worse psychologically, then things started to get bad, I wasnt able to stand or sit up without feeling like i was going to faint, i was an awful colour, it was just me and my daughter. Being a nurse is scary at times, you can watch life leave people, watch them become rapidly unwell, I felt this, for once i felt what i seen so many times before, I had to call 999, all the while my daughter is panicking, shes screaming please dont die mummy, im trying to stay calm on the phone for her sake, but i knew i needed help asap. I got to the hospital and was dismissed from the triage nurse, who bascially told me that if i wasnt bleeding then early pregnancy wont be seeing me, while im sitting half conscious telling her I believed i was having an ectopic pregnancy - again i was dismissed. Was transferred to a trolley in absolute agony the same nurse said are you sure your only 7 weeks - trying to insinuate I was in labour. Fast forward 10 minutes and I pass out on a commode. the last thing i remember was pressing the buzzer to have help back onto the trolley, the next thing I am surrounded by 9 medical staff screaming my name while i drift in and out of consciousness. They do a quick ultrasound ( this was a junior doctor) her face told me everything i needed to know, I was bleeding internally, and it wasnt good, the blood pressure machine is pinging, my heart rate through the roof, I was being prepared for surgery, having my clothes and jewellery removed . I managed to call my sister and my partner to tell them everything was going to be ok. But i was lying I didnt know that, I was just being me, and caring for them before myself. I was wheeled to theatre and the team where amazing, I lost my right fallopian tube as it had ruptured beyond repair, I lost 3 litres of blood, and was told I was extremely lucky, and i got to the hospital in the nick of time. I knew how bad it was, the recovered for the two days in hospital where awful, being a nurse has its down sides, im stubborn, i wanted to do everything myself, but my blood pressure was still so low that wasnt possible and stubborn wee me passed out in the shower! Take note - take the help!!!
I was home in time for my daughter coming out of school, i got to see her open her birthday presents, i got to hug her. But I really wasnt ready to be home, physically or mentally really. its been difficult, very difficult, I got no support, I was given a discharge prescription, and a sick line for 3 weeks. I have had to do my own research to find this charity, to find any bit of information about what happened, the recovery process, the mental support.
I personally feel im suffering for PTSD, I cant close my eyes or be in the quiet without having that awful day replay in my head, bit that dont seem all that important but then it links into another memory and im right back there again. some nights i dont sleep. to start with i didnt want to be on my own, i took a panic attack standing in the line at the post office. I know I have got better since that day, but some days I just dont want to talk to anyone, i dont even want the TV on.
Im still processing everything day by day, im due back at work next week, and im really not sure if im mentally ready for that yet.
Thank you for taking the time to read this, if you got this far, I know i ramble on a bit, but I haven’t actually verbalised a lot of that to anyone other than my partner, and he has been amazing, but sadly cant understand my thoughts at times.
Take care, and be kind to yourself, we all cope with things differently, and thats ok.
xx