If you had asked me to rate my pain Tuesday morning, I would have said, what pain? The past two weeks I had had severe pain in the stomach, and Justin and I had just figured it was a lot of gas caused by my stomach not liking foods that I ate. So I would blow up like a balloon, feel like my intestines were going to explode, spend a lot of time with essential oils and home remedies and be okay in a day or two.
Tuesday morning I received a text from my mother informing me that my sister had just gone into the hospital because her baby wasn't responding like it was supposed to. I sent my mom a text back saying that I would pray for her. It wasn't 10 minutes later that I started to feel a little prick in my left side.
I called my mother-in-law to ask if she knew of anything to do for cysts because from a previous ultra sound, I knew that there was a little one on that side. She gave me some ideas and we hung up. The pain started getting worse. I texted my husband letting him know of the pain, and then went to grab the oils that we had used to help with the stomach pain that I had had for the past two weeks on and off. I rubbed some on my belly, and it didn't seem to help. The pain was getting worse and worse, I started to do the only thing I could think of....cry and pray.
I didn't know if this was just a passing thing, or if it was serious. I was home alone, and so out of myself that I couldn't think of someone to call. Luckily my husband took a lunch break, and just when I had asked Heavenly Father for help, Justin called and raced home. My husband took me to bed to lay down, but that seemed to make the pain worse. I couldn't think- I just said "call my doctor! call my doctor!!" I had to do something. I took a Tylenol, and got under some hot water while my husband called the doctor. My doctor wasn't in that day, but the office offered to get me in in 15 min. with another one. We graciously excepted, raced to my appointment, and I waited. I hate waiting.
After one ultrasound, the doctor called in another doctor, and they did another ultrasound. He turned to me and said...We might be taking you in for surgery today. I was so surprised! Surgery? No, no, this is just a stomach thing. The doctor said that his gut feeling was that it was an ectopic pregnancy, but that it might be my appendix. There was a lot of liquid in my uterus as well as up by my stomach. They believed that it was blood. They would check and do tests, and if it was the ectopic, then he would work on me, if not, it would be on to do other tests.
By this time, the pain was so much, I couldn't stop crying. The only words I knew were yes, no, thank you, and I love you. I am pretty sure that I said them to everyone. They rushed me over to the hospital, took a lot of blood, I passed out, they got some pain medicine in me, and I was feeling pretty good. I remember almost everyone's name that helped me, and wow. I just have to say that rating my pain was an interesting journey through all of it, because it is so up and down. My parents were at the hospital with my sister, and they decided to take her baby 3 months early, so that they could better watch the progress of the baby, and so that my sister would be okay.
I felt lucky that everything went so well with my surgery, and even though I am still walking around like I am 80 years older, and I can't control some things that have happened, I have had earthly and heavenly angels helping me so that I can have a Christmas, and so that I can share Christmas as well.
Right now, I am really tired, and kind of loopy, so I think it is good for me to just post this. Thanks for being my angels.
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