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On tuesday of last week, my DH was home off the road, and noticed the pain in my stomach, that I had been complaining about was getting worse than he knew. He insisted than I go see a doctor the next day. Begrudgingly, I agreed. I don't have time for this, I thought. I have a 6 year old, a 3 month old, and Dh who's only home 1 or 2 days a week. I went to a new Dr, here in town, and she seemed quite concerned. I was still not convinced of it's importance. It was all an inconvenience to me. She sent me to the hospital for further testing. Angry at the time I would spend waiting in Emergency, I went anyway. After waiting for hours, with my 6 year old at home with my S-I-L, and my baby with me, since I'm still nursing, I was sent home from the hospital. Again, their tests showed nothing to explain this pain in my abdomen. I was told to come again the next day, Thursday,and they would 'fit me in' for an ultrasound. This means more waiting. I chose that night, not to go the next day, and waste more of my time. That night, while getting up to nurse my baby, I had pain like I've never felt before. It was WORSE than any c-sec pain I'd ever had. I chose right then and there, that maybe I WOULD go the next day. I went to the hospital after dropping my son off at school. I waited. Waited. Waited. They took an u/s, and STILL could not determine what the prob was. They sent my file to a specialist in the city, and I waited some more. After almost 6 hours of waiting, the emergency DR came up and told me I was being admitted, and they were doing surgery!!!!!!!! The specialist determined that there was 'fluid' around where my appendix should be, and there was no time to wait. They asked if there was someone to watch the baby. Blankly, I told them "no", my DH had left 2 days ago. I called him anyway on the truck phone and shakily told him he had to come home-NOW. Miraculously, he was only an hour away. He would drop his trailer, and be on his way. I was wisked off to be prepped for surgery, not knowing what it was they were looking for, or if I was alright. A pleasant nurse took my baby while they removed my jewelry and nail polish, and asked me for my allergies. I complained immediately that I wanted my baby back. At the same time, they called me for surgery. There simply was no time. I was on a gurney, going down the hallway, past the nursing station, and there was my baby. She was in the car seat, behind 3 nurses, busy at work. My husband didn't make it to the hospital before I went in. I left my baby with strangers, not really knowing if I would return. I cried. Not for myself, but for my baby. Alone with strangers. I had no chance to kiss her, or hold her one more time before i went away. I wished for one more game of checkers with my 6 year old, who has just learned to play, and thinks it's the greatest game on earth. What if the unspeakable happened. Would my Dh be devastated that he showed up 10 mins too late to see me? These were the thoughts I had, as I was put to sleep for my emergency surgery. God must love me, because I woke up several hours later. My DH was beside me, looking 20 years older, and my children were safe at home. I was informed that my appendix was fine, but they removed it anyway. The problem was my fallopian tubes. I had them 'tied' after my baby was born, and they never healed properly. Scar tissue formed and caused them both to adhere to my abdominal walls. Infection set in, and was festering for 3 months. This was the 'fluid' seen on my u/s. The pain was because everytime I moved a certain way, I was pulling my female parts from the inside. It's like a man's testies being crazy-glued to his leg, and then told to run. Both my fallopian tubes were delicately removed. I am now recovering at home, somber from this experience. We are so invincable, that we never imagine that we won't get to hold our children one more time. Or that there's time for one more game. Or that we will see our spouse, just in time for "I love you's". I held my daughter tight, and all day whe I got home. I kissed my husband again and again. Reminding him each time that I loved him. I can't write anymore tonight... There's a checker board on the kitchen table with an opponent who's going to kick my ass. And I'm loving every minute of it.
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