Tuesday, July 22, 2014
Holy cr...cow...It's been three years, couple weeks, another baby, and a near death experience since I've been here. And I'll have to share it just because some of it is funny...but I'll give you the short, short version:
So I lost 20 something pounds and was nearly at my pre-pregnancy weight when a fabulous vacation came along to post-pone my husband's vasectomy. So the week before the snip, we get pregnant with baby number two and find out on our anniversary where I have been wine tasting all day. (The entire experience is rife with irony...stick with me...)
After a loooooooong, painful pregnancy, baby boy comes along, courtesy of an emergency caesarean. (I've now gained back EVERY pound I lost...) We get to enjoy our new baby a whole of 4 days before my body expels about 2 pints of blood and I get to experience my first ambulance ride ever! (My poor husband was also subjected to my passing out on the toilet...) The hospital gives me back the blood I lost and I go home the next day. Two days later, my living room looks like a crime scene and my bathroom appears to be where I tried to dispose of the body. Nothing more than a pint this time, but it sure LOOKS like a crapload of blood. I end up in the ER under my own steam, with a doctor who doesn't believe me or my husband. Well, I showed her by beginning to bleed again...and not stopping. The doctor goes for a D&C to see if something is irritating my uterus, but the bleeding just won't stop. So I get to hear these special words:
"We're going to have to perform a hysterectomy or you're going to die."
Thank God for hypovolemic shock. It didn't bother me half as much as it would have about 5 hours before. Procedure done, nearly coded, and resting in excruciating pain in the ICU. My husband got to hear the good news. "Your wife is still alive."
Nearly another week in the hospital unable to get out of bed because moving makes me pass out. 11 pints of blood later and I can drag myself out of the car into my house. I've have now spent 9 of the first 14 days of my son's life nearly dead.
It takes about a year to feel human again, with all sorts of bladder issues and chronic joint pain from the blood loss. This is all followed by another surgery to remove an ovary, some useless fellopian tubes, my appendix (since they were in there anyway) and scar tissue from the hurried surgeries to save my life.
So, I'm back where I started when I first joined this site. A fat mom with issues losing weight. Only now I have two little boys who make life interesting and are transitioning from being my excuses of I CAN'T to I'D BETTER.
But, hey, I'm still alive.