On May 13, I went in the hospital. The problem started a couple weeks ago in the form of what I thought was “round ligament pain.” I knew it was early to be having it, and if you had not looked at my belly lately you’d think I was crazy, but with my belly being so much bigger than in past pregnancies, I just took it in stride. I had this achy pain on the right side of my stomach and it followed up my bikini line to my back. It would come and go and almost felt as if I had a muscle in my back trying to knot up. You know that pulling feeling? Anyway, I’d lay down on my left side and it would go away until I started getting up and going again. No big deal, just lay down every 30 min or so, right? Right. It started to progressively get worse and tylenol and heating pads were no longer working. Tuesday, after work, I went straight home, ate and laid in bed. This time was different. It was not subsiding. I googled, “Is Round Ligament pain supposed to hurt this much?” and to my surprise found out that round ligament pain is short and stabby pain that goes away within seconds after laying down. This is not what I had. I called the doctor and they immediately told me to go to the ER. I was in pain, freaking out about the baby and bawling. I called the first stay at home mommy friend that I could find that had only one child, and she immediately came and got me. She also took on the task of taking care of Christian. I don’t know what I would have done without her. Doc was in Dallas.
We got to the ER and my pain had subsided. Every time I got up to register, urinate, get blood taken, see trauma nurse, my pain got worse. Finally it would not subside again and it was so awful that I was crying again. The nurse that took my blood told me that we needed to get a formal ultrasound to confirm the pregnancy was not ectopic. This freaked me out even more.
After waiting in pain for what seemed like an eternity, and frantically texting my friend to come sit with me, and calling my husband while in pain and crying so I could have him fly home, I finally saw a doctor, and the morphine kicked in. The first thing we did was look for the baby, and there it was!! Kicking, and sucking it’s thumb. That was an immense relief. I knew I could get through this ordeal now. I had a thorough ultrasound and they discovered 2 cysts on my right ovary. One of them had ruptured. They suspected that this was the only problem, but they had to rule out appendicitis as well, and felt like the pain was too intense to only be the cyst. I was in the ER all night (no open beds) and admitted the next morning to the hospital. I stayed that night and was released the day after that. Once I started eating and drinking (over 55 hours after coming to the hospital) and my pain was under control, I left the hospital. I have been fine ever since.
My mother in law came and stayed with me for all of May until now (the first week of June) until Doc could come back from Dallas. (he had to go finish his rotation) He’s back now, and today they left and went home. I’m feeling more normal now, and hope to be on here more often. It’s been a wild ride. :)