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.
Thursday, June 23, 2011
June 2011
As life tends to do, it has thrown us a new curve ball. I have two cousins that have moved to Denver. They moved here about 4 months ago. Since our lease was coming due the end of this month (June 2011) we 4 have decided to rent a larger house together for the next year. Moussa and I's plans are that once I have all my debt paid off in 12 months we are looking to make a very major move. Not sure where or even if it will be in the US. I am looking forward to a new adventure. Most adults talk about starting anew yet never do. I want to be the one that does it. Moussa, has definitely opened my eyes to new experiences and new cultures. I am forever thankful for that. I talk with close-minded Americans daily. I do not want to be one of them. I surprised Moussa with a trip to Las Vegas and San Diego this past March. I have always loved California and wanted him to visit. We took this wonderful rode trip all the way there and back. California is on the top of our moving destinations. We have a whole lot of planning to do, yet that is the exciting part.
We have also decided to start trying again for a small version of ourselves again. Moussa has a fear that having a baby will prevent us from our big move, my thoughts on that are simply that babies are portable and easy to add into the adventure. Who knows what might take place. At this point it is exciting to talk and think about.
We have also decided to start trying again for a small version of ourselves again. Moussa has a fear that having a baby will prevent us from our big move, my thoughts on that are simply that babies are portable and easy to add into the adventure. Who knows what might take place. At this point it is exciting to talk and think about.
Sunday, January 16, 2011
2011 New Year New Adventures
It has been 8 months since I have updated my blog. So here is what has taken place since then. We did indeed move into our new town-home which we love. We have two fat spoiled pugs (Simone and Sydney) whom love each other. They are our livelihood. Great comic relief for us both. Moussa has been working as a bank teller part-time for 6 months now at UMB and is going to school on his days off. He starts a new semester yet this week. He should have his Associates Degree this year. We have also had a few small vacations since I last blogged. This last summer we went back to our favorite place MEXICO. For a much needed get away.
Now on to present times. Since the two ectopic pregnancies my OGBYN recommended me to take a test. This test is explained as the following:
A hysterosalpingogram (HSG) is an X-ray test that looks at the inside of the uterus and fallopian tubes and the area around them. It often is done for women who are having a hard time becoming pregnant (infertile).
Man, did that ever hurt. However, the test results were very positive. They said that the ends of my tubes were minimally dilated. Therefore, they said my chances of having a successful pregnancy in my Uterus was pretty good. They gave us the green light to try again. Naturally, due to my previous Ectopic pregnancies my risk for another is higher than normal. We have to decided to get Moussa through school and have him settled in to a full time job before we try again. Although, a mature approach I am still yearning to hold a baby of our own. Someday, if God or Allah sees fit it will happen. In the meantime, we are looking forward to settling into our constant joyful world.
That just about sums us up for now. Till next time.
Now on to present times. Since the two ectopic pregnancies my OGBYN recommended me to take a test. This test is explained as the following:
A hysterosalpingogram (HSG) is an X-ray test that looks at the inside of the uterus and fallopian tubes and the area around them. It often is done for women who are having a hard time becoming pregnant (infertile).
Man, did that ever hurt. However, the test results were very positive. They said that the ends of my tubes were minimally dilated. Therefore, they said my chances of having a successful pregnancy in my Uterus was pretty good. They gave us the green light to try again. Naturally, due to my previous Ectopic pregnancies my risk for another is higher than normal. We have to decided to get Moussa through school and have him settled in to a full time job before we try again. Although, a mature approach I am still yearning to hold a baby of our own. Someday, if God or Allah sees fit it will happen. In the meantime, we are looking forward to settling into our constant joyful world.
That just about sums us up for now. Till next time.
Friday, May 14, 2010
Moving
It has been two months since our last major ordeal. Life has not seems to simmer in the least. We have recently been looking for a new job for Moussa that he can work part-time while he goes to school in August as well as prepping for a move into a new townhome. We have about 10 days left before we move and I think we have packed all of 6 boxes. This should be interesting. I know it will all come together in the end though. We also will be picking up our new puppy in a few weeks. Her name is Sydney Soy Sakouk. Simone is going to finally have someone to play with. We also just learned that Moussa's mom will be coming out here this summer for about a month and a half starting July 20th. My mom should also be coming out for a few weeks sometime in June. This summer is shaping up to be a busy yet exciting season. Love you all.
Monday, March 29, 2010
Staying Strong
After being in some pretty intense pain I went to the doctor They revealed that I had yet another ectopic pregnancy. The same thing that happened in October 2009. I was shocked since my body was not previously acting the same. This time we actually thought we were pregnant. They gave me medicine to dissolve the cells that has made me pretty ill. I have to be really careful while the meds are working so that my tube does not burst. As long as all goes well I will escape surgery once again. As disappointed and heartbroken as we are, Moussa has been my Angel to lift my spirits. In a few months they will do a dye test to see if everything is operating inside my tubes properly. When the time is right then it will happen. We just keep telling ourselves God is creating the perfect baby for us. This time he accidentally gave us the wrong one. Of course I will be just fine very very soon! No worries there.
Love, April
Love, April
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