Well that was interesting...oy.
I was having an absolutely lovely day. I'd done some good work on a project in the morning, I met with a colleague and done some more good work, had a haircut WENT TO THE GYM(!), and was doing laundry, when all of the sudden, I felt a gush from my netheregions. So as to not disturb my recliner couch zen, I grabbed a tissue to take a swipe and investigate. Imagine my surprise when I pulled the tissue out, expecting to see some retained pool water (am I the only one who takes on water when I take a bath or swim?), and instead I saw some of the brightest red blood I have ever seen.
I dashed upstairs to get a pad, and then called my doctors office. The doctor gave me the standard are you pregnant, soak a pad an hour and if it happens for 3 hours call me back, and by the way take a pee test. So I go upstairs and attempt to pee in cup, my preferred method, and its not yellow, if you know what I mean. Then I feel this huge gush and plop, don't worry, I didn't investigate. Nuff said. I called the doc, she said get to the ER, called my husband who was on his way home from a business meeting, grabbed a towel, a garbage back, granola bars and a book for each of us, and met him in the garage. At this point I hadn't really had any cramps, but I was scared and nauseas, afraid I was pregnant, afraid I was having some sort of uterine hemorrhage, cursing that my next IVF cycle might be delayed, oh yeah, and bleeding.
I had my first cramps when they were doing my triage, and they were manageable, but painful. They assured me that I'd get a room as soon as they had one, but until then I had to sit in waiting room and cramp and bleed. If I'd passed out, I would have gotten some attention, but that seemed like a bad idea.
I knew I couldn't have a dildo cam visit with my underwear on, but to be bleeding and not wearing a pad was like peeing my pants--just a feeling of wrongness. Oddly enough, the external ultrasound was the most distressing. Brace for it: As she pressed down on my uterus, it was as if she was squeezing out a sponge. It was all being caught by the chux pad, but it was squishing up my back. Yuck.
They were looking from remnants from the D&C--if there was a pregnancy, it would have been too small to see, even with the dildo cam, but there was a dark area of unknown import (do I have dark matter in my uterus?). Ugh. Lovely kidneys, lovely ovaries (follicles are gearing up, fat lot of good it will do me), very thick uterine lining. That was about 11:30. After that, it was as if we were moving through molasses. They wanted a repeat blood count 4 hours after the initial one, and to do a pelvic exam to see if there was any tissue hanging out (I guess that would make me more likely to get an infection). Basically, besides getting 2 vicodin, which I think were kinda low strenght (all it did was ramp up my natural anxious chattieness), I layed on the bed, and my husband sat in the hard plastic chair until 5 in the morning. Yeah, I got there at 10, left at 5 am. Since my beta was 3, I took an ambian--mama needs her little helpers. I slpet until 11, did a call for work, and the n rescheduled the rest of my day.
We're seeing Dr. Calm at 4 today, more dildo camming in my future. I hope she has some better theories about what happened. I'm voting for wacky period due to delayed ovulation, resulting in an over ripe lining, and a liquidation sale on blood from my every efficient uterus. My worst fear is taht the IVF will be delayed...I'll update later.
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