I’ve just submitted my first post so here goes I’ve been hanging around here a couple of years so I suppose I really should share my story (bit of an epic).
I’ve just turned 28 with my DH almost 32, 11 years together in August, married 5 years in June. I have been pregnant three times.
My first time I was 18 years old, I was young and immature and in a long distance relationship but we had created a life and we would do whatever it took to take care of it. Unfortunately this was not to be. At nine weeks I started bleeding, I told my mam I was pregnant and although she was shocked she took gave me a big hug and told me not to be worrying she would take me to the local maternity hospital. I went to the hospital and was scanned and told I must have miscarried they couldn’t see anything there. The doctor prescripted me tablets and I was sent hope with no information or support. :evil:
At home I took the tablets as told and tried to cope as well as I could. I had serious pain and cramps which didn’t seem to lift at all. A week later I was still in serious pain and went to my GP (no longer my GP). She had a feel of my abdomen, told me it was normal to be in pain after a miscarriage and since the beeding was now brown it should clear up in a couple of days and sent me on my way again.
A couple of days passed and the pain was still not getting any better. My mam was worried as my sister had been through miscarriage and never had problems like this and took me too her GP for a second opinion. He also had a feel of my abdomen, which was excruciating etc…he told me since I’d had a scan at the hospital he could rule out ectopic. This was the first time I’d ever heard this mentioned but since he said it could be ruled out I didn’t really take any notice. He prescribed me some pain killers and sent me home.
For a few days I stuggled on in pain, barely able to stand up straight with the pain but sure since I’d seen 3 different doctors that this was expected after miscarriage. On the night of 16th Nov 1999 barely able to move and feeling as if some one was sitting on my chest as I took a breath, my mam and dad insisted that they take me back to the hospital. Once in the hospital the nurses struggled to keep me still as they pressed the ultrasound scope onto my abdomen the sonographer too a sharp breath and called the doctor. I was immediately brought into theathre and had a salpingectomy to remove my 11 week baby my right fallopian tube and 1.5L of blood. The surgeon told me what had to be done but explained that my left tube “looked grand” and I shouldn’t have any other problems.
Life was tough trying to cope with the long distances being apart during our grief but it eventually became easier to bear and once I finished college we got married and moved in together the day we got back from our honeymoon. Almost three year later after and anxious wait we had a reassuring 6 week scan and a problem free pregnancy later we had our little miracle DS “Cormac” 10lb 5oz.
I had previous abdominal surgery on my right hand side when I was younger and had always apportioned the blame for the EP on damage caused by the surgery. Since Cormac was conceived and I had no problems since this affirmed my beliefs. :oops:
On my birthday 22 Feb this year I was due AF but I just knew it wasn’t going to come, just as I’d known the other two times. I did a test to be sure and I was right, BFP. I was happy but as with my first EP in the pit of my stomach I just didn’t feel right, slightly different to the first but just not right. With DS I told everyone the day I found out I just knew everything was going to be ok. The next day I had a bit of spotting pinky red though so I thought maybe I was going to miscarry. I went to see my GP and told her about the spotting and the BFP. She reconfirmed the BFP, had a feel of my abdomen (no pain whatsoever) and told me that if I continued to spot to head down to the hospital to have my bloods done as it was too early for a scan. I had no more spotting and so I thought maybe everything was ok. I told my family about my BFP and they were all delighted. Three weeks later with the OK from I GP we headed off to the US for a holiday.
Two days after I arrived home (21 Mar 09) we headed off shopping to buy a present for my DS 2nd birthday the following day. While there I bent own to him in the buggy and as I stood up I felt a searing pain and the sudden feeling I was going to collapse. I thought maybe I’d stood up too quickly and pulled something so I went out to sit on the chair outside the shop. Unfortunately this wasn’t the case and as the pain worsened over the evening and I headed to the hospital for the all too familiar surgery. That night at the exactly the same time as I had given given birth to my DS in the same hospital 2 years previous I had my second ruptured fallopian tube and my much wanted 8 week baby was taken away from me. All on my sons birthday and mothers day 
So here we are now a little over a week later, sad, confused and numb, but so grateful for our miracle DS. Dont know what way we’ll go from here :?: