Well I have been posting on this site for more than a year and thought it was time to share my story…
I had been off the pill for almost two years when I finally fell pregnant - we weren’t actively ttc, more leaving it up to fate, but I had about given up hope since my OH had been told following a bad motorcycle crash in his 20s that his fertility was likely to have been affected - I think I had just put having a baby to the back of my mind…
We had moved to Scotland about 7 months before my BFP as my MIL was sick, and she had passed away just two months before - it was a pretty intense time for us.
I had been in my new job only four months and was still on probation…
Despite all this we were thrilled to find out I was pregnant (on Aug 1 2007)…
I went to the doctor 2 days later with “prune juice” bleeding, but was told it was common to spot in early pregnancy and sent away…
Another two days later I collapsed in our house, I felt awful, and knew that something was terribly wrong but did not want to believe it.
My collapse was followed by a bout of diarrhoea and the I felt a little better. We called NHS24, told them my symptoms (including strange pain in my shoulder) but they said it was a tummy bug and said I should go to bed - wanting to believe my baby was ok I did this.
Five hours later the pain was unbearable - I tired to turn over in bed and screamed out loud, OH came up, called NHS24 again and was, this time, told to get me to hospital.
We set off for hospital in a really calm manner, even stopped for petrol, not really thinking it was that bad (the pain had subsided again)
When I got to A&E they took me into a cubicle and started asking questions, the sent me to do a urine test and this silly nurse came back with the stick saying “congratulations!” over and over again - we knew something was terribly wrong by this point and I wanted to slap her.
As I was lying there on the monitors everyone went crazy around me - trying to run lines into me with no success, calling for surgeons. My OH was ushered out of the cubicle and I kept asking for him…
They took me to x-ray to try and find out the extent of the bleeding and OH was brought back, as I lay there looking at him he was watching my monitor, suddenly it started to bleep and his face dropped - my blood pressure had bottomed out - they abandoned the attempt to x-ray and began to rush me through the hospital to theatre.
They removed the pregnancy and my left tube…
My early recovery was hard - I remember waking up with my OH crying at my bedside (he had been taken aside in A&E and the docs had painted a very bleak and scary picture) but I don’t remember the first couple of days very well as I was really ill, not sure what was wrong, but they kept waking me up in the night with new doctors come to see what was going on - my bp stayed very low despite tranfusions and they thought I was still bleeding and kept discussing taking me back to surgery… luckily that did not happen and I began to get better.
I asked about my chances of conception and was told by someone that I would not ovulate for 6-8 weeks (obviously incorrect) after my surgery…
Jump forward two weeks and my OH and I decided to BD again, to feel close to each other.
Jump forward three weeks and I am back at work where I faint in the newsroom and colleagues take me to A&E.
They give me a urine test and it is positive, but they can’t sy whether it is hcg still in my system after ep, or a new pregnancy. I had repeat blood hcgs 2 days apart and it was doubling.I was pregnant again.
I was terrified, and it was NOT easy being pregnant again so soon after EP, I had a few complications early on as well, which made it doubly hard (I know why they recommend a 3 month wait before ttc!!) BUT…
…all went well and my son Sam was born on May 18 2008…
I always thought I would want more than one child, but since Sam arrived I have been TERRIFIED of the thought of another EP (I never really thought about it after the first one and didn’t have a chance to worry before I found out I was PG again) maybe I will work through the fear by the time it is time to consider siblings for Sam, I simply don’t know - but I know I am blessed with one beautiful baby and that is enough for me…
Thanks for reading - sorry for rambling!
Fleur xxx