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It was October 20th when I found out I was pregnant, on the 23rd I started bleeding. It was dark blood like prune juice and then I stopped later that day. The next day it was the same.
I went to my GP on the 25th of October and he told me to go home and rest, I thought how am I meant to rest with a 2 year old, although he did tell me if it didn’t settle to go back to him.
It settled down and I went back to him on the Friday and I told him that it had started again, and asked him how I was meant to rest with a 2 year old.
I eventually said to him that he was doing it all different from when I had my 2 year old, he asked me why, told him that when I was pregnant with my 2 year old I was sent to EPU the very next day.
Epu is an early pregnancy unit, he examined me and couldn’t see any signs of tissue and my cervix was closed. He finally sent me to the EPU.
When I arrived at the EPU department they took bloods from me and arranged a scan that day, by the time I was back at the EPU department it was around 4pm, they wanted to keep me in.
I asked them if I could make arrangements for my little boy and get an overnight bag, I told them I promised to be back for 7pm that night.
When I went back they explained that they had seen something about 4cm (size of a bean) in my left tube and they weren’t taking any chances, my hcg level was 500.
They took it again on the Sunday and it was 1,000, they explained that they might not be able to see anything on the normal scanner so decided to do an internal one.
The blob they had seen in my tube was still there, they discharged me on the understanding that I went back in on the Tuesday.
I was back at 9am on Tuesday and they took more bloods, they said they would phone me when they got the results. Later that day they called and the nurse said to me, “I’m so sorry it looks like you’re having a miscarriage”.
My hormones and head were all over the place
I didn’t know what to do or say to make myself feel better; all I knew was that I had to be strong for my little boy.
Friday of that same week the consultant phoned me to ask me to go back in on the Monday, as they wanted to check my hormone level as they weren’t ruling out an ectopic pregnancy.
Again they took bloods and told me to go home and return on the Wednesday or Thursday at half 10 as they wanted to repeat the test again. I never got the result of this hcg test.
When I went back it was the the 11th of November, I was put on the ward, and was told not to eat, drink or even go anywhere without them knowing where I was going.
At 12-1ish they told me that the hormone level had gone back down to 996 and they were going to make a slot for surgery, they wanted to see what was going on as the hcg level was going up and down and they didn’t know why.
I said I had my little one and needed to take him home and I had my dad’s car, and he needed it. I was told I wasn’t going anywhere, as they were 99% sure it was an ectopic pregnancy and they weren’t taking any chances.
At 3.15pm that day they asked me to arrange for someone to come and collect my son.
In between times, I did see the gynecologist and she explained that they would do the incision along my belly button and asked me that if it was in my womb did I want to miscarry normally and I told her to do what was best.
I went to surgery and don’t know what time I was back on the ward, it was dark, and all I can remember is that I had an oxygen mask on and I took it off, I was told to keep it on, as I was pale.
By 11pm that night they asked if I needed to go to the bathroom as I had lots of fluid put into me, I told them I couldn’t move as my legs were like jelly, they gave me a bed pan but I couldn’t do it, so they put the catheter in.
They managed to empty my bladder that way
When the doctors came round in the morning, I got the biggest shock, one that will never leave me for the rest of my life.
I was told I did have an ectopic pregnancy and instead of being in the tube, it was at the end of it and this was why we were having all the hormone readings all over the place.
Then the doctor told me if they had left it, it could have fallen off there and attached itself on to my other organs, causing other damage.
I also discovered they had to remove a cyst too, so not only did I have a scan along my belly button, they also gave me a big scar at my public line, this was to remove the cyst.
I recovered from my surgery well, and the tear healed up fine
I can say that from that day on I would never go back to that GP at my local surgery, he put my life in danger, he also nearly left my little one without his mummy.
Years and years have passed and I never went back to him, although my attitude towards him has changed as 4 years ago he saved my friends life, after he noticed something was wrong and she ended up having a serious operation and if it wasn’t for him god only knows what would’ve happened.
I did have an ectopic pregnancy
And it might have been spotted sooner, if he had referred me earlier.
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