I’m 32 years of age and living in Spain. It has only been in the last year or so that myself and my boyfriend decided that we would like to have a baby.
In April of this year, we decided that we would start trying. You can imagine our shock and delight when my AF didn’t arrive on schedule at the beginning of May. I took a hpt and low and behold we got a BFP. We were delighted. I went to my doctor, the pregnancy was confirmed and I was waiting for the hospital to contact me with an appointment.
On Friday the 28th of May, I started to feel very constipated and bloated while at work, so went home. My boyfriend arrived home from work at about 8pm and I was still in agony. I tried to get up off the bed, and passed out. Each time I tried to move, I would pass out again.
My boyfried immediately called an ambulance and I was taken to the hospital.
After various tests and enemas in the A&E I was then moved up to gynacology where I was given an internal scan, and an ectopic pregnancy was diagnosed - my right fallopian tube had ruptured. I was 7 weeks pregnant. I was admitted immediately, and rushed off to surgery.
They tried the keyhole surgery, but due to complications they had to perform a laparotomy - they drained over half a litre of blood from my abdomen, and removed my fallopian tube and my 0.7cm embryo.
The care I received here in Spain was brilliant. I was in the maternity ward, but thankfully here in the public hospitals it is usual to only have 2 beds to a room, so I was given a room to myself. The nurses and doctors were brilliant.
On the Tuesday I was discharged from the hospital, with a prescription for iron to treat my post hemorrhage anemia - no painkillers. I didn’t think anything of it, as I had been taken off all medication on the Monday morning and was dealing with the pain ok. It was painful, but manageable.
My parents flew out from Ireland to be with me, which helped butI didn’t want any else other than them and my boyfriend with me during my recuperation. I didn’t want sympathy. I needed to be left alone to heal physically.
It has been 5 weeks since my surgery, and the doctors have told me I’m healing well. I have another appointment in 6 months and will hopefully get the go ahead to start trying again.
Now that the hardest part of the physical healing is done, the emotions are only hitting me now.