Hi Everyone
I’m Gemma, new to this group, I have joined as no one I know has been through an ectopic pregnancy.
From the beginning, in July I found out I was pregnant, my husband and I were both excited, at the end of August we went on holiday, I didn’t drink, stayed cool, didn’t eat anything I shouldn’t and why wouldn’t I, I was carrying a little baby. When we came home I was 8 ish weeks so we decided to go private for an early scan. Ben couldn’t come so I went alone, this is when it all started to go wrong, no heartbeat, I was diagnosed with a missed miscarriage and sent to EPU at the hospital. They made me wait 10 days I got to 9 and the baby started to leave my by itself. Heartbroken.
I picked myself up and we decided to try again. I had a period and then what I thought was another period. Didn’t think anything of it. On Friday 7th December I collapsed, was rushed into A&E, they first thought it was my appendix but a urine and then blood test both came back positive. I was sent to gynaecology. The junior doctor on duty did lots of tests but was unable to do a scan, I was sent home with pain relief and told to go back for a scan and more bloods on Sunday. My bHCG was rising but my bowel was covering my right Fallopian tube and ovary, I was sent away and told to return on the Tuesday. I went in Tuesday and there in my right tube was the pregnancy, I was getting pain in my chest, this was from what they called free fluid (blood) as I wasn’t what they deemed as unwell they sent me home to return Thursday. I was technically a ticking time bomb. What I thought was a period the month before doesn’t look like it was. Thursday came I had another set of bloods and a scan, the pregnancy was 2.5cm, my tube was very compromised and I was in lots of pain, particularly in my upper chest and shoulders. The consultant was very to the point and said we are operating as an emergency your tube is rupturing. I lost my right tube that day. Physically my recovery has been okay but my stitches are yet to dissolve. Mentally is a whole new story. I am not my usual self, my mood is low and my temper is quick. I can’t stop thinking of what might have happened if they didn’t operate but what might have happened if I hadn’t lost the first miscarriage or if this baby had made it to the uterus. I feel tormented but I don’t know if this is normal? How am I supposed to feel? When will my heart start to piece itself back together? I’m a lost soul. If you read all of this then thank you I’m sorry I’m wittered on. Part of me feels a relief to say it all out loud. Gemma.