Well in my last post, on june 30th i was counting down the weeks till i got to meet my sweet little baby, little did I know that the very next night would bring the worst pain and biggest scare of my life.
On July 1st about 11pm I started having some strange pains low in my uterus. the pains werent like regular contractions so I didnt think much of it since it was a bad pain, just annoying. As the night went on these annoying pains stated getting stronger and I began to worry since I knew what I was feeling was not normal. At 3 in the morning on July 2nd, I woke my husband up (at least one of us could sleep) and told him something was not right that I was going to take a warm shower to see if it would relax my muscles (it didnt). When I got out the pains were bad enough that I called the on call nurse to ask her what I should do, she advised that I go to the hospital right away. As soon as I hung up the phone I felt the worst pain of my life. It felt like someone took a hot poker and shoved it straight up through my uterus, needless to say it doubled me over and put me in tears faster then one could blink. At this point Cody was already getting dressed and trying to help me as best he could. We managed to get me dressed and down the stairs and into the car with these excruciating pains and spend to the hospital(slowing down only at those stupid photo radars).
Once we got to the hospital they immediately hooked me up to a baby monitor to find the babys heart beat. the nurse must have covered my whole belly several time and heard nothing, then started asking me when the last time i felt the baby move was of course scaring me shitless at this point in addition to the continuing pain I was experiencing. I had felt the baby move at ten that night and it was now 4:30am. At last they found a very faint heartbeat of only 60 which as you know is extremely low. Next thing I knew I was in the OR being prepped for an emergency c-section scared to death I was losing my baby and begging for pain medicine it hurt so bad.
When I finally came too my husband was there to tell me that they got to the baby just in time and that she was doing ok. Then the nurse came in to tell me that since I had lost so much blood they might have to give me a transfusion, but that they were going to wait to see if my body would pick up the pace, luckily it did and I narrowly escaped a transfusion. Then a doctor came in to tell me what had happened and I was shocked. Apparently my uterus ripped open and spilled everything the baby, amniotic fluid, placenta into my abdomen, and that this sort of occurrence almost always results in the lost of the baby and mother. Talk about a miracle that my baby and I are still here. I asked how it could rip open like that and he said that my previous c-section scars had not healed strong and gave way. Know wonder it hurt so bad it was my uterus ripping open.
Anyway the baby and I are doing well but I am no longer able to have children, which makes me very sad because we were going to try for one more (we really wanted a son) and then tie my tubes. While I am sad I am very grateful to have Paige and myself safe and healthy. My poor uterus :(
