I'm still on meds, so don't be surprised if I have to make a few edits down the road. So I announced the news of our 3rd baby on the way a few days ago. Things were feeling pretty safe and we were feeling really excited to get to hear the baby's heartbeat in a couple days (would have been yesterday...an appointment I was planning to take the girls to). Two night prior, I returned home from a Relief Society Leadership Meeting and noticed some spotting. I was immediately alarmed and called the on-call doctor. She was able to provide some comforting words, but also placed in my thoughts the possibility of an Ectopic Pregnancy. I got in for an ultra sound the next afternoon (blessing #1 the girls weren't there). The radiologist quietly explained how she was not seeing a fetus in my uterus, but the testing showed that my uterus was 10-11 weeks in size and there was a yolk sack and lots of blood. She checked other areas to find my right side being normal and my left side pretty messed up. My fallopian tube was pretty wide and had a lot of fluid and my ovary was extremely abnormal. It was a comfort when the radiologist asked which ward I attended at church. She was also LDS and wanted to make sure I had the priesthood and good visiting teachers/ward members available to me (blessing #2).
The doctor came in and explained all she could. She thought it was possible I had a tubal pregnancy and some things which were spotted which were very abnormal. She mentioned I needed to have some blood work drawn and I needed to be immediately transfered to hospital for surgery. Jeremy and I headed to the hospital and my dad appeared shortly after to provide a blessing of comfort and healing (blessing #3). I was in surgery for about 2 1/2 hours.
So apparently, I'm a pretty interesting case! I had told the doctor about my previous surgery when I was 19 (a ruptured appendix found 7 days after the rupture) and some scar tissue I was told I have. She said the adhesion's were everywhere! My abdomen, my organs, she even said my fallopian tube was kinked and twisted. They were able to clean all that up including straightening out my tube (that's blessing #4).
They had to do a DNC, for I had a miscarriage. It happened when I was about 5-7 weeks, but my body has been acting pregnancy and will probably continue to do so for about 6 weeks. I'm down for two weeks, unable to drive and minimal walking...no chores...blessing #5 :)
The doctor explained that with all the scar tissue they found and how messed up my insides were....what a miracle my two children are (blessing #6...we already knew, but it's always good to be reminded). She also explained that after all the clean-up they were able to provide...my chances of pregnancy are extremely high (blessing #7).
My feelings about all this: I know all things have a purpose. This was supposed to happen. Jeremy and I were not planning to have another child. Our little surprise was a complete blessing in the fact that it takes Jeremy and I a long time to have a child. This was 1 slip up. This "slip-up" made us recognize our purpose and that we WANT and need to try for another child. If things don't work out we need to always recognize and show gratitude to our Heavenly Father for the little miracles we already have. They are wonderful little girls and add so much joy to our lives! Even though I'm sitting here in pain from the 4" incision...my spirits are high and I am thankful for this experience. Thanks to all of you who have shown your love to me and my family. You all are wonderful and we are grateful you have a part in our lives.