Here's to a new fresh beginning.
My five 1-inch incisions are healing up quite nicely. Every day I get better and better. It has now been just over 2 weeks. I did end up overdoing it this weekend with some house cleaning which pulled something in my stomach but I will be just fine. I am anxious for my post operation check up tomorrow Jan. 15, 2013. Exactly 2 months from my 1st surgery. I feel good about the plan of action the doctor had originally set for us. My large fibroid had been misshaping the tube to resemble a noodle. We are hoping that goes back into place by itself. He wants to do another test on my remaining tube to make sure it is now functioning properly. After the tube test is complete and if all systems are a-go he wants us to try again within 2 to 3 months time. If we are not pregnant within 6 months then we will sit down and talk about our other options. I knew that there is always a chance for IVF however it cost $15K for not even a 100% guarantee. We will just have to cross that decision making bridge when we get there. For now I am optimistic that our trouble are going to be behind us. We will be parents to our own baby one day.
Monday, January 14, 2013
December 2012
Here it was December already. I had been recovering from my surgery for about 3 weeks. So far all was going well. I was still bloated and was having internal issues due to my large fibroid. My OBGYN sent me to see a specialist. This doctor was simply amazing. He put me at ease immediately. He even drew up a plan of action for what was to hopefully take place within the next 6 months. First on the agenda was to get the fibroid out. So we booked that surgery for a few days after Christmas. I knew I wanted to get it taken care of quickly since I was on Holiday Break from school. On December 28, 2012, I went in for my 2nd surgery with all parties being aware of my choking issue from before.
My dear mother even came into town to take care of me while Moussa was at work for the first week.
Upon waking from my surgery I was doing pretty well. NO choking or breathing issues at all. Once I was aware of what was going on they all explained to me that the doctor removed my large fibroid as well as a 2nd smaller one. He also removed scar tissue from around my ovary and the end of my remaining fallopan tube. This procedure was done by the Da Vinci robot. Very accurate and precise. The doctor told my husband and mother that he was able to suture up my uterus to where I would be able to carry a future baby with no issues.
I said I was ready to go home about 11:30p.m. that night even against my husband's wishes. After a very intense car ride I ended up getting very sick immediately due to the anesthesia. That went on about 3 times before Moussa called the ER. They told him it was normal and that I could be sick for 24 hours. Well after the 24 hours did pass I was feeling much better. I was very very sore and tender for several days. I stayed home for a week again. Mending was slow yet steady.
I was so thankful to have my wonderful husband and caring mother around to assist in the smallest of tasks. I was basically useless. What an end to another year.
My dear mother even came into town to take care of me while Moussa was at work for the first week.
Upon waking from my surgery I was doing pretty well. NO choking or breathing issues at all. Once I was aware of what was going on they all explained to me that the doctor removed my large fibroid as well as a 2nd smaller one. He also removed scar tissue from around my ovary and the end of my remaining fallopan tube. This procedure was done by the Da Vinci robot. Very accurate and precise. The doctor told my husband and mother that he was able to suture up my uterus to where I would be able to carry a future baby with no issues.
I said I was ready to go home about 11:30p.m. that night even against my husband's wishes. After a very intense car ride I ended up getting very sick immediately due to the anesthesia. That went on about 3 times before Moussa called the ER. They told him it was normal and that I could be sick for 24 hours. Well after the 24 hours did pass I was feeling much better. I was very very sore and tender for several days. I stayed home for a week again. Mending was slow yet steady.
I was so thankful to have my wonderful husband and caring mother around to assist in the smallest of tasks. I was basically useless. What an end to another year.
November 2012
I realize I tend to avoid any mundane updates on this blog for the simple reason I go back and see my previous timeline. It pains me to read of my ups and downs of baby no baby.
I am usually an extremely happy and optimistic person however this tale is getting to be disheartening. Let me back up two months. That would bring us to November 9, 2012 to be exact.
I had the familiar feeling that I was indeed pregnant. I tested early per usual with negative results yet not surprised. I finally tested around the appropriate time and got a BIG FAT POSITIVE! I tested around 5:30a.m. (since they say to use the first morning urine). Once I had the result I couldn't function. I was pacing in the bathroom back and forth trying to figure out what to do and how to surprise Moussa with the news. I was trying to come up with all kinds of clever ways. Yet, since he is always the first person I tell anything too I could not wait a second longer. I went to his side of the bed and turned on the lamp. I woke him up by thrusting the test into his sleepy hands. Once he realized what he was holding he jumped clear out of bed and grabbed me out of pure joy. (Thank goodness he always wakes up in a good mood.) We were overjoyed yet we both made a pact to wait to tell anyone until we went to the doctor. So that day I made an appointment to get in to see my OBGYN. I knew it was going to be a very long weekend. The next day I didn't go or do anything I just rested on the sofa from being overly tired. It was a wonderful feeling. I was being lazy and did not have an ounce of guilt. However, the next day (Sunday) I was not feeling well with quite a bit of pain in my lower region. It has snowed all day so we decided to grab a late dinner to have the traffic go down a bit. While walking into the restaurant I was in such unbearable pain I could barely walk. Moussa was so worried about me. I was just praying over and over that it was nothing. The drive home from the restaurant was the longest drive I could remember. Moussa kept saying we should go to the hospital. I disagreed and thought I just needed to lie down. After about an hour I finally gave in a agreed I needed to go to the ER. Once we arrived they did their own scans and confirmed the pregnancy. They also told me that I had a fairly large fibroid but that it was nothing to worry about. After several hours they sent me home since they knew I had a doctors appointment the next day.
When I finally did see my OBGYN the following day they also confirmed it was too early to tell much about the pregnancy. However, when they saw the fibroid that was on the outside of my uterus they became very very concerned. They said it was the size of a grapefruit. They were worried about me being able to carry a viable pregnancy. Regardless, they gave me some medicine to take to thicken the lining of my uterus just incase they would be able to save the pregnancy. I then went into the doctors office nearly everyday so they could keep checking me. They wanted to see my beta (blood) levels going up. On Thursday night my doctor called with the news that we were not having a successful pregnancy yet she wanted to get me into surgery the next morning to do a D&C as well as a camera scope to check out what all was going on, on the inside. So the next day (Friday, November 15, 2012) I went to work for a few hours before my procedure. I was sitting sideways in my chair due to the pain. It was so severe. Finally I went to hospital late morning. After a few hours they finally gave me some pain medication. Upon waking up from my procedure I was choking. I started to panic since I was just coming out of anesthesia and could not communicate. It was the single most terrifying time of my life. Finally I woke enough for them to explain that not only had they done the D&C but that my fallopian tube had burst due to an ectopic pregnancy. My doctor had to remove my left tube. After many hours I finally went home. I had three one inch incisions. For the next week I stayed home. I could barely move. After a few weeks I was right as rain.
I am usually an extremely happy and optimistic person however this tale is getting to be disheartening. Let me back up two months. That would bring us to November 9, 2012 to be exact.
I had the familiar feeling that I was indeed pregnant. I tested early per usual with negative results yet not surprised. I finally tested around the appropriate time and got a BIG FAT POSITIVE! I tested around 5:30a.m. (since they say to use the first morning urine). Once I had the result I couldn't function. I was pacing in the bathroom back and forth trying to figure out what to do and how to surprise Moussa with the news. I was trying to come up with all kinds of clever ways. Yet, since he is always the first person I tell anything too I could not wait a second longer. I went to his side of the bed and turned on the lamp. I woke him up by thrusting the test into his sleepy hands. Once he realized what he was holding he jumped clear out of bed and grabbed me out of pure joy. (Thank goodness he always wakes up in a good mood.) We were overjoyed yet we both made a pact to wait to tell anyone until we went to the doctor. So that day I made an appointment to get in to see my OBGYN. I knew it was going to be a very long weekend. The next day I didn't go or do anything I just rested on the sofa from being overly tired. It was a wonderful feeling. I was being lazy and did not have an ounce of guilt. However, the next day (Sunday) I was not feeling well with quite a bit of pain in my lower region. It has snowed all day so we decided to grab a late dinner to have the traffic go down a bit. While walking into the restaurant I was in such unbearable pain I could barely walk. Moussa was so worried about me. I was just praying over and over that it was nothing. The drive home from the restaurant was the longest drive I could remember. Moussa kept saying we should go to the hospital. I disagreed and thought I just needed to lie down. After about an hour I finally gave in a agreed I needed to go to the ER. Once we arrived they did their own scans and confirmed the pregnancy. They also told me that I had a fairly large fibroid but that it was nothing to worry about. After several hours they sent me home since they knew I had a doctors appointment the next day.
When I finally did see my OBGYN the following day they also confirmed it was too early to tell much about the pregnancy. However, when they saw the fibroid that was on the outside of my uterus they became very very concerned. They said it was the size of a grapefruit. They were worried about me being able to carry a viable pregnancy. Regardless, they gave me some medicine to take to thicken the lining of my uterus just incase they would be able to save the pregnancy. I then went into the doctors office nearly everyday so they could keep checking me. They wanted to see my beta (blood) levels going up. On Thursday night my doctor called with the news that we were not having a successful pregnancy yet she wanted to get me into surgery the next morning to do a D&C as well as a camera scope to check out what all was going on, on the inside. So the next day (Friday, November 15, 2012) I went to work for a few hours before my procedure. I was sitting sideways in my chair due to the pain. It was so severe. Finally I went to hospital late morning. After a few hours they finally gave me some pain medication. Upon waking up from my procedure I was choking. I started to panic since I was just coming out of anesthesia and could not communicate. It was the single most terrifying time of my life. Finally I woke enough for them to explain that not only had they done the D&C but that my fallopian tube had burst due to an ectopic pregnancy. My doctor had to remove my left tube. After many hours I finally went home. I had three one inch incisions. For the next week I stayed home. I could barely move. After a few weeks I was right as rain.
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