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Monday, September 12, 2011

ectopic

Below is an email I wrote to a friend soon after my ectopic.  She experienced an ectopic pregnancy as well and I had a friend I could go to with questions, thoughts, and a shared experience. 

April 28, 2011
Physically, I am feeling stronger each day, but emotionally, I feel like I'm on a roller coaster ride.  As we grieve, we're leaning on the Lord for his comfort, strength and peace that surpasses all understanding. I wanted to share more details with you that I didn't share on the home group site. 

Monday afternoon (my birthday), I experienced the worst pain imaginable.  I took some medicine and it helped take the pain away.  When James came home from work, he took me to Abington Hospital.  The resident doctor did some blood work and informed us that we were pregnant.  My pregnancy hormone was 760!  I never reached that level before and was in complete shock since we were on a break from trying to conceive.  I took a bed ride to get a pelvic and internal ultrasound to find out the location of the baby.  I asked the tech if she saw anything and said that she didn't see anything in my uterus.  After hearing those words, I didn't ask anymore questions.  Once I was rolled back to my room, things moved very quickly.  They told me I had an ectopic pregnancy, I needed emergency surgery,  and had me sign a consent form just in case I needed a blood transfusion.   During my stay, a couple things happened which made me nervous about the night shift staff, but once I met my surgeon, she put me to ease and I finally felt like I was in capable hands.

I entered the operating room around 1:30-2 am and the surgery took 1-1.5 hours.  The nurses woke me up from surgery and I said, "I just played with my kids in heaven".  One nurse said, "Aww, did you hear that?" and the other nurse replied, "yes".  I honestly can't remember any details, but those were the first words out of my dry mouth.  I couldn't open my eyes because they were glued shut by dried tears and swollen eyes, but I could hear the nurses talking to me and their voices sounded familiar to me...one nurse had the voice of a friend from work and the other nurse sounded like a friend from griefshare.  The dream and familiar voices were comforting to me.

After sleeping for an hour or so, the doctor came in and showed me some amazing pictures of the surgery.   It turns out that I had a ruptured ectopic pregnancy.  The doctor cut a slit where my baby had attached to my left filopian tube, removed my baby, and tried to seal it together by burning it, but the bleeding wouldn't stop.  After a couple attempts to stop the bleeding, there was too much damage done to the tube, so they had to remove it.  My right filopian tube had twisted due to blood flowing into my stomach cavity and the surgeon suctioned out as much blood as possible.   Thankfully, both my ovaries are OK, my uterus looks healthy and they were able to untwist my right tube.  The surgeon recommends we try invitro to bypass another ectopic pregnancy in the future.

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God is healing me of this traumatic experience...it's slow, but it's happening.  Every time I go back to this memory scene, I feel saddness, pain, and hurt.  I have formed judgements about life and how I'm treated during difficult and traumatic experiences.  It's very easy to despair and fall into self-pity and woe is me when things go awfully wrong that are out of your control.  I invite Jesus into this memory scene and I see his hand on me that day and he was merciful and gracious.  The physical pain I felt was like none other.  I pulled at my hair just so I could focus on another part of my body.  Unfortunately, it didn't help.  I was crying out to God in my pain and anguish and told him that I wanted to die just so the pain would go away. My dad came over with 400 mg. of Motrin, I quickly ate something, swallowed the medicine, and within a minute the pain faded.  It was amazing!  A medicine never worked that quickly before to rid me of my cramps and the resident doctor confirmed the dosage wasn't enough to ward off the pain of an ectopic, but it did for me because Jesus took away my distress. Jesus intervened and spared me from prolonged physical suffering.   I waited for James to come home from work and he took me to the ER. I was physically without pain the entire evening.  Jesus grieved during my surgery because he hates death and said, "It is finished".  My baby was removed and it was over. God gave me a special gift for my birthday...to play with my kids in heaven!  As the nurses were waking me up from surgery and though it was difficult to speak, I had to share the good news that my kids are in heaven and I got to know them.  I have hope because I know where they are and I'll be there some day to spend eternity with them and my heavenly father.