It was 2012. We were living in Texas, and it felt like it was my husband and I against the world. We had been there for two years, and still we only had each other. I was pregnant for the third time. A couple of weeks passed and I new in my heart something was wrong. You see, with my first two pregnancies I was severely ill. I’m talking bed ridden, hospitalized, feeding tube ILL. So ill in fact, the doctors had warned me that this sickness would follow me if I ever chose to get pregnant again. They even told me I should consider getting my tubes tied. I’m hard headed, and I do what I want. I wanted more children. That was that. Anyway, the main reason I knew something was wrong? I was not sick. Not at all. My gut told me something was going to happen, and it did.
I went to the emergency room because I was lightheaded and cramping. They did blood work only, and told me I was pregnant. The doctor told me everything was fine and sent me home. Still lightheaded and still cramping. EVERYTHING WAS NOT FINE.
The next evening while I was making dinner, I collapsed in excrutiating pain. I can’t even begin to describe what I was feeling, and believe me, I have a very high pain tolerance. I was crying. My husband helped me to the couch, and reassured me that everything was ok. After all, we had just spent the day before in the hospital, and they said I was fine. I took a hot bath and it helped. I went to bed, but I couldn’t sleep. I was in so much pain, and it was radiating from my shoulders into my neck. My lower abdomen felt like someone was stabbing me constantly. I awoke the next morning, and my husband had already left for work. When I got out of bed, I realized that something must be wrong. I could barely walk, and my stomach was so large that I literally looked 9 months pregnant.
I tried to call my husband. No answer. I took L ( who was 2 at the time) and walked to my neighbors (who I barely knew.). It just so happened that my neighbor had a friend over and she was a nurse. This woman saw me and told me right away I needed to go to the hospital. Even though I was in pain, I was still hesitant about going to the hospital because I was just there and they told me I was fine. This nurse told me I needed to get checked out. I called my OBGYN and made an appointment for 4 pm. When my husband got home, we headed to the doctors’ office.
They immediately did a sonogram. There was no baby, and I was bleeding internally. The reason my stomach was so extended? I was bleeding inside. I had an ectopic pregnancy, my Fallopian tube had ruptured, and I needed emergency surgery. My life depended on it. For those of you who don’t know, an ectopic pregnancy is when the fertilized egg meant to become your baby grows inside your Fallopian tube instead of your uterus. The next few minutes are a complete blur. They had me headed into the operating room within 10 minutes after finding out what was wrong. I was scared to death. My husband waited with our toddler and he was terrified. I’ll never forget the look on his face.
After the surgery, the Doctor came in to see me. The only words I remember her saying are, “If you had gone to bed instead of coming to the office, you would not have made it.” These words still echo in my mind today. I lost my right tube, but I lived. I was alive, and I owed every bit of thanks to that stranger at my neighbors’ house. She convinced me something was wrong. I needed to be convinced because it was only a day earlier that a doctor had told me I was fine, everything was fine. That doctor did not do his job, and because of his incompetence, I almost lost my life.
This “stranger” who just happened to be a nurse, saved my life. I never saw her again after that day. I don’t even know if she knows what she did for me, and I think about it all of the time. She was my guardian angel. I wish I could tell her THANK YOU.