ER TRIP #2
August 12th 2020.
Shortly after being discharged from my first trip to the ER, I found myself under the same fluorescent lights.
Wednesday night the same week after Visit #1, I started to feel a little lethargic and moody again. My mom picked up my signs right away and asked me if I was okay. I brushed off her concern thinking she was just being a mom. Little did I know that mothers have a perfect gift. They know their children inside and out even if they haven’t seen them in a while. Mothers do know best.
I went to the bathroom after I felt like some blood had passed; a little too much for my current normal flow. I soon discovered something that scared me to my core. I had passed a very large blood clot. The postpartum nurses at the hospital told me to make sure that they clot wasn’t bright red. It wasn’t at first.
Withing 30 minutes, my body was having actual contractions and several bright red blood clots the size of my hand. I have pretty big hands. The terror settled in and I started to sob uncontrolably. I called in my mother and my husband into the bathroom to make sure I wasn’t over reacting. Their reactions let me know it was serious. To the ER we went.
ONE HOUR in a bumpy car ride to the hospital was enought to physically drain me. Every clot that was about to pass felt like I was crowning. After checking in and being brought to triage, we finally got an exam room.
What happened next helped me understand why some women may be inclined to never had kids again.
The OB team of doctors showed up shortly after the nurse whose care I was in saw the size of the clots I was passing. She started an I.V. and drew my blood. I am pretty sure i’ve had about six I.V.s and one PICC line in the past three weeks. The doctors did a couple more speculum vaginal exams and saw that I had necrotic left over tissue from when I gave birth.
Dialation and curettage with added sucction AKA torture:
Essentially, the doctors used a speculum to open up a canal through my cervix and to my uterus so that they could pull out any tissue with special instruments. You are awake, and no anesthesia is used. This procedure can be quick or it can be about two hours long. Luckily for me, I got the two hours long one.
After labored breathing and what it seemed like the beginning of a painful death, the doctor got the tissue out succesfully. I was relieved the procedure worked and we didn’t have to deal with the worst case scenario; a hysterectomy.
My body did what I didn’t think it could. The amount of pain I felt was beyond giving birth, breaking a bone, or anything I’ve ever felt. When my adrenaline started to fade away and my body started to feel all the after effects of it, it decided to give me a break by fainting. My amazing husband acted in a timely manner and helped me out as best as he could. I woke up to his beautiful eyes and I felt peace.
The discharge was quick, and the ride home painless. I am thankful for how far medicine and technology has come. It has saved my life.
Going throught this experience and knowing the posibilities of it happening again would traumatize even the strongest women. Would I have kids again? yes, yes I would.
To be honest, my husband and I had such desire to be pregnant and such a hard time conceiving, that I would go through as much as my body could take to be able to grow even more as a family. Our Lilly has been nothing short of amazing and the best blessing. Doing this and powering through for her has been a journey I will never forget. I have grown as a mother, daughter, wife, and human being. My limits have expanded and I’ve finally found my strength.