If you recall back in August I went to the ER for severe
abdominal pain. That’s when I found out
not all of the placenta was out and after a failed attempt to get it out with
pills I found out a D&C was needed.
I didn’t want surgery – even though it was minor.
The D&C was scheduled from 11/24.
Then, on November 6th I woke up to quite a bit of
bleeding. I wasn’t in pain so I headed
off to work. The bleeding, however, did
not ease up. After a couple of hours I
decided it was probably a good idea to contact my doctor who told me to go to
the ER.
So here I was, ER visit number 2. And the ER doctor said I should get the
D&C right away.
I REALLY didn’t want surgery to begin with and yet here I
was – more than 2 weeks ahead of schedule getting the D&C.
Justin joined me at the hospital. They put something in my IV and told me that
it would help me relax and I wouldn’t remember even being put under. After a minute or so of waiting I remember
thinking – yeah right, I remember all of this! There is no way I’ll forget any
of this.
Then, suddenly I was waking up post-surgery – So I guess the
doctors know what they are talking about after all.
Everything was cleaned out.
I felt fine (other than nauseous and groggy). I went home and fell asleep.
The following day was Jordan’s 6th birthday party
– where I probably did too much (I was supposed to take it easy for a few
days).
So, fast forward to 11/10.
I woke up severely nauseous. I
had pretty major cramping and I felt light headed. I told myself it would “pass” and headed to
work. I had to pull over a few times on
the way due to nausea, but I made it to work.
As I parked the pain got significantly worse (like the first time I went
to the ER). I barely made it inside work
and called my boss to tell her something just wasn’t right.
So an ambulance ride later and I’m sitting, again, in the ER
– visit #3. Several prods, pokes, tests
later they find that there is extra fluid causing pressure (translates to pain)
– but I’m fine. Great – what a waste of
a day AND who knows how expensive that dumb ambulance ride will cost.
And now it is “all over”.
I submitted my final expense reimbursement form to the agency and
realized that it was done. This crazy
journey was done. I met with my OB today
and got the final “you’re recovered” letter and sent it off to agency.
A few minutes later I got an email right back – a new family
to meet in a few days if I’m interested.
And so…it begins again.
This doesn’t mean this couple will be a good “fit” or if the next one
will be (last time I met 3 couples over 9 months before I found the “right one”.
I know we’re crazy! But every up and down, every injection
and morning with my head in the toilet, every uncomfortable night and even the post-delivery
drama was worth it. There is nothing
that really describe what it feels like to help a family grow. And I (WE) can’t wait to do it again.
