I had some spotting the next day, and immediately called my doctor. I went into the office and was told my uterus was empty, and I was "just having a miscarriage, but it was fine, because I got pregnant quickly, so I'll be able to get pregnant again soon." I had a gut feeling that wasn't the case, and thankfully, my amazing nurse Kristen listened. The spotting stopped and, and she recommended I have some labs drawn every other day for a week. I was still pregnant, and my levels were increasing as expected. I scheduled my 8 week ultrasound for the following week.
The day before the ultrasound, I woke up to more blood (tmi...I know). I knew something wasn't right. I called Kristen, and she told me to come right in. I vaguely remember having the ultrasound done. Then sitting in the doctor's office next to his desk. He asked me if I'd ever had surgery. I said no. He hands me a pamphlet titles "Laparoscopic Surgery", and as the dots begin to connect in my brain, I say, probably a little too loudly through my tears, "I'M A NURSE!"
I drove myself to the hospital, calling my husband first who is working 2 hours away, and then my mom...who didn't even know I was pregnant at all." I was pregnant, but it was an ectopic pregnancy The baby had been growing, just in my left fallopian tube, and not inside my uterus where it belonged. I was devastated to say the least. This was not how it was suppose to go. Instead of seeing my baby's heartbeat for the first time, I was having that baby cut out of my stomach.
Since my surgery was so late in the evening the doctor had me spend the night in the hospital. Usually such "routine" surgeries, do not require a hospital stay. At about 2 am, I was awake watching "Brave" on my tablet, and still crying of course. The nurse came in to check on me, and told me, "I hope you find the help that you need, I don't want to see you at my other job." She also worked at a behavioral health facility. So I knew I needed to get over myself.
In the morning the doctor that did my surgery came in to see me before I was discharged. Before he left he said, "I promise you, you will have a baby in 2013." I remember thinking, this man is crazy. I'm in the healthcare field, and making promises like that is just INSANE.
Fortunately, he was right. Less than a year later I welcomed my rainbow baby into this world. And I couldn't imagine my life without her.