I was lying in bed the night of January 14, 2015 when all
of a sudden I felt what I describe as a small explosion in my right lower
abdomen. I had felt this in a much smaller scale every time I had my heartburn
episodes. I instantly ran to the bathroom and began getting sick. Once my
stomach was empty, I got into the bathtub. I drank water and Pedialyte to try
and rehydrate myself. Because I had been to the hospital twice in the last few
weeks, I refused to go again. Both Chase and I thought I was just dehydrated
again and continued to drink water. As the night progressed, I was getting
short of breath and wanted to throw up but I couldn't. I tried so hard to
sleep, but I literally couldn't even close my eyes I was in so much pain. After
a few hours of this, I talked to my doctor who immediately told me to go to the
hospital. I had never gotten a call back so quickly!
Again, my back was in excruciating pain and I couldn't
walk. After a speedy admission, I was seen by the doctor on staff. She wanted
to put me on morphine, which I bucked for about 30 minutes. Then she told me
that if I continued to be in so much pain it wouldn't be good for me or the
baby, and that the risks of pain medication were minor compared to what my body
needed. I agreed reluctantly. I was scared, they barely suggest you take
Tylenol while you're pregnant, and now I was on morphine! I was terrified I was
hurting Baby C.
Ultrasounds showed the baby to be fine, but there was
some concern that they found while examining my images. They couldn't exactly
tell what was going on, but it looked like I had fluid in my lower right
abdomen. At this point, it was business hours and all the day doctors were
coming to check on me. A wonderful
doctor from Maternal-Fetal Medicine, Dr. Ramirez, came to talk to me. She
wanted to bring over a surgeon/oncologist from Baylor College of Medicine to
review my scans. I also had my OBGYN, Dr. Shultz, come talk to me to break the
news. He told me he was almost certain I would need surgery.
