I am not the type of person who likes to complain or even reach out for help when it’s needed,pregnancy is completely different. When I started having chest pains, severe migraines that lasted for hours and carried over into 2 days,cramps and then some spotting I knew I had to call my doctor’s office.
Of course this had to happen on a Saturday when the office was closed, thankfully they have a transfer system to the hospital for me to speak with a nurse. She answered and it only took me saying I had chest pains for her to have the doctor call me back. While I waited for the doctor to call it felt like hours went by.
I already have one child and these symptoms never happened in my first pregnancy. I was scared right away thinking the worst for my baby. I cried and Keith held me trying his best to cheer me up so I didn’t lose my sanity when the doctor called. Thinking about the what-ifs while you’re pregnant and not having the option of right away being shown your baby is okay, I think is one of the most scariest times in a pregnancy.
When the phone rang I immediately went in the bedroom shut the door and explained all my symptoms, the doctor spoke with me calming and said that I may have an infection so she wanted me to go in and get tested but also have them run an ultrasound. My mom who already knew I was waiting for a call back from the doctor was alerted and I waited 2 hours for her to finally get home. Sitting around waiting for her, I already made my the decision that Korey was going to come with me while Keith had a Haunted Trail meeting (yes he works on Halloween THIS early).
The drive to the ER did not take as long as I expected. Every second until we got there I just tried my best to keep a happy face. My son doesn’t like to see me upset, it affects him greatly so I put on my best Mommy is awesome face.
Checking into the ER and getting a bed went quicker than I thought, so quickly it made me nervous actually. Pee in a cup, get on a gown, nurses on me hooking me up to an IV , taking blood and then the heart monitor. Since I was having chest pains I was put on a heart monitor and that’s when it got more serious for me. I had to remind myself to stay clam because that wouldn’t help the heart monitor at all, but inside I was freaking out.
One of the nurses asked me “Are you nervous?” I just really couldn’t believe she said that. OF COURSE I’m nervous. I’m pregnant having complications and I have no clue what is going on and you ask if I’m nervous? Then the long wait played out. Here’s some fluids, you’re going for ultrasound so wait til we get back.
Let me tell you the time between waiting for ultrasound and getting there was almost the worst. I was crying on and off, freaking out a bit and finally made the decision to tell Keith to come. I let my mom know what I wanted and she offered to get him and drive our crappy van back to her place.
When she came in my room with Korey, he became upset right away. Seeing me lay down with wire coming out of me made him very upset and nervous. I felt so bad that I couldn’t just tell him I was going to be okay, because he doesn’t understand that yet. I kissed him and told him I loved him and he was crying waving bye bye to me. Watching that broke my heart, I started to feel guilty for coming in but I knew I was doing the right thing for the baby inside of me.
Shortly after that I was wheeled off to ultrasound, disappointed. I thought Keith would make it in time because he has never had the chance to see the baby. If it would have been the last time anyone would see the baby I wanted him to have the chance.
Having the ultrasound was the worst. Normally when you have an ultrasound the technician talks your ear off but she was just completely silent and I didn’t get to even see the baby. I laid on my back staring at the ceiling looking at the tiles of fish they placed above. Fighting back tears I finally sighed some relief after I heard the heartbeat but she still didn’t say anything.
Wheeled back and I waited another 20 minutes before anyone came in to tell me how it went. The baby looks great. The baby looks great. The baby looks great. Those words played over and over after the doctor finally told me. Keith was there for that news, and to see me get swabbed for infections, lovely.
Finally after 5 hours I had an answer to at least some of my problems. A UTI. While that didn’t explain some of the problems, it was still an answer and I was able to go home. My first long visit in an ER and thankfully it was for a minor problem.
I will never trust my judgement on whether or not to call a doctor again. Hopefully this will be the only trip to the ER I have to make during this pregnancy.