Life had gone on and I had been sick here and there. Nobody could figure out what was causing my stomach problems. But life continued. I was happily married and we had been trying to get pregnant for 7 years without success. I was told I could not get pregnant due to my endometriosis, then on Father's Day 2004 we found out we were pregnant. I could not believe it. I peed on 3 different pregancy tests because I did not believe it!!! But it was true. However, four days later I started spotting and passing gray pieces. So I called my ob/gyn. They told me to come right in. When I did they told me that I was losing the baby, to go home and put my feet up. However, over the weekend I continued to bleed and pass large gray pieces. So my next ob/gyn appointment they used the sonogram and told me there was no heartbeat and that it was a blighted ovum. They asked if I wanted to miscarry naturally or if I wanted a DNC. I chose the DNC. So two days later I went over for the DNC, it was very emotional. I did not think I could get pregnant, yet I did and know I was losing the baby. Therefore, I go in for the DNC. Yet there were complications. The sac did not want to come out and I started to bleed. So they had to clohse me up without completing the procedure. I went up home with antibiotics and painkillers (nothing safe for pregnancy). I was scheduled to come back to the ob/gyn in a week. So I returned in a week in a emotional wreak. They did the sonogram out of routine. However, this time there was a HEARTBEAT!!!!!! Nobody in the room could believe it. I had a baby now. Even the doctor said that GOD had a hand in this miracle. The thought was maybe I lost the twin. My husband and I were ecstatic, but also afraid because the medication I took was schedule c.
During the pregnancy I kept having stomach problems that nobody could figure out. However, the pregnancy itself was doing well. I was considered high risk because of my history of blood clots. So, I had to go to a specialist instead of my ob/gyn. I finally go into labor, at exactly 36 weeks, but I am a c-section because I had a nick on my uterus and the fear of uterus rupture is a possibility and my son is breech. Therefore, I go to the hospital and they call my doctor and she does not show up because it is superbowl Sunday. Can you believe it!!!! Finally one of the associates comes in. My son was so breeched that they had to get crow bars and step on me to get him out. It was horrible and fascinating at the same time.
After I came home I was having a hard time recovering. Something was wrong. My stomach and kidney area was hurting continuously. So I finally went to the hospital. The doctors diagnosed me with pancreatitis and kidney stones. I was septic with the kidney stone. So I had to get IV antibiotic treatment. Then I had to get an ERCP done. Afterwards I ended up with Acute Pancreatitis and ended up very sick and was in the hospital for a month. I continued the cycle of in and out of the hospital due to chronic pancreatitis for my son's first year of his life. I spent 8 out of 12 months in the hospital. My son visited me in the hospital and I thought he would not know who his mom was. It was very sad and emotional. Finally I came home and at least we now new what why my stomach has been hurting all of these years.
I continued to try to work, take care of my son and go in and out of the hospital due to my pancreatitis.
