I was told in 2014 after years of tests that I have PCOS. We just married 2/2019 and waited a year so we could just enjoy being married and take one more vacation to be kids ourselves. We had an amazing Disney World/Universal Studios vacation and I stopped taking the pill as soon as we got home.
I work in public health in my state and I am activated as an emergency responder when we get home as well. Then surprise! Positive pregnancy test 6/11/2020. I couldn’t believe it and I was so excited to tell my husband who also stared at the pee stick in shock. We were going to wait to tell everyone until a late Father’s Day bbq so we could come up with some cheeky way to tell them. I order some cute pregnancy books on Amazon including a first pregnancy journal. 6/15 in the afternoon I start getting cramps and I’m bleeding a little. The internet says this is normal (Morgan Freeman: It was not normal).
The next day (6/16) in the morning I’m feeling much better so I’m not super worried. Then the afternoon rolls around and the pain comes back. My husband asks me to call the OB/GYN to see if they can see me sooner because what is happening. They tell me no and to contact my PCP. My PCP isn’t in the office but the doc covering her tells me to go to the ER. I said oh great I’ll be the paranoid pregnant lady who goes to the ER for everything but deep down I am worried as the cramps have gotten almost unbearable. My husband was home that day and we immediately drive to the ER. On the way we talk about what might happen and I make sure he knows my priorities in case I am unable to make those decisions for any reason.
When we get to the ER it is surprisingly slow and then triage me quickly and get me in a bed. I pee in a cup, they take some blood to confirm I am pregnant, and the ultrasound tech comes in. I’ll never forget that she said, “I’ll need to do a vaginal ultrasound because I don’t see much.” I knew that at 7 weeks she should be able to see something and I started to mentally prepare myself.
Shortly after the ultrasound is finished the physician’s assistant in the ER comes in to let us know that it is an ectopic pregnancy and based on the ultrasound and how far along I am they are extremely worried.
Then the surgical team comes in, gives me the informed consent schpiel which informs me that my tube has ruptured and I am too far along for the medication treatment route. I consent and they book me for an emergency surgery. I get taken up to my room on the surgical floor and my parents show up. Thank God my mom could be there as COVID restrictions were decreased in my county at that time and I could have a few visitors. We joke and cry and then I am wheeled into surgery. 3 hours later I have the best tapioca pudding/pain pill snack and try to put on a tough face. I’m alive and I understand what happened and why that treatment route was the best option.
I’ve recovered very well physically but every day that I have time to think, I fall apart. I work full-time, am a PhD student, and still kicking ass in this COVID response so free time is very limited. I’ve started therapy sessions and we are talking about trying again. My right tube looked healthy to the surgeon but I am slightly terrified. I know that some research indicates that trying again immediately may not be successful and I only have one tube. I really don’t want to go through this again but I don’t want to wait if we will have to try for 18 months for success.
My husband is trying to be strong for me but I know he is sad and it hurts him to see me upset so often. He has been a great support and is open to trying again whenever I am ready. I know it’s not my fault but it’s my body and I don’t quite trust it to do this anymore.
Thanks for reading, this has been helpful for me already.
Jess