I was around 6 weeks pregnant when I had a slight bleed; I did what I was told and rang the GP as I hadn’t seen the midwife yet. They gave me an emergency appointment for that afternoon, until that appointment I was on tender hooks preparing for the worst as I always do.
The doctor didn’t seem worried, told me not to worry and I was to go for a scan the next morning just as a precaution, but everything would be fine.
Ectopic Pregnancy Story – It Was A Living Nightmare
I arrived at the hospital the next morning and filled out the paperwork as usual and was sent round to the waiting room, a nurse came to see me before my scan to ask about a previous ectopic I had in 2010 and how they were amazed that they had saved my tube.
Just thinking it was usual I tried to calm my nerves and wait. When having my scan I was told that they couldn’t see anything but as I wasn’t certain for sure how far gone I was it may just be because of that, although there was a bit of shading inside my right tub.
I was told to wait outside and I’d need my bloods done, I started getting all worked up, my partner was constantly reassuring me that all was fine, then a consultant came in and hit me with it.
They suspected an ectopic pregnancy, hence the bloods and I was to stay in overnight for observation.
My whole world felt like it was crashing around me and for the first time in our 2 year relationship I broke down in front of my partner. All he could do was hug m.
I was transferred onto a ward later that evening to stay in overnight, my blood results came back and were low to weren’t pointing towards ectopic but they wanted to keep me in just in case. Trusting the NHS I did this, around 7pm that night the doctors offered me either chemo shots to kill anything in my uterus or a camera being inserted into my stomach to have a look around through key hole.
Not wanting to risk killing my baby I picked the camera. I was to go down at 9 the following morning.
I woke up following the op at lunchtime, had no idea what had happened or even if I was still pregnant.
I didn’t find out till gone 8 that night just before I was discharged, I was told it was an ectopic and they had to remove my right tube.
I felt I had lost a part of me and I wasn’t as much of a woman as I used to be, it really hit me when they were telling me that if I can’t conceive naturally they would help.
I decided just to go home, see my daughter and focus that I already had a child, little did I know how much this week would test me. I couldn’t lift her, cuddle her or anything. I struggled getting up and down the stairs but I pushed myself, was in agony but I was determined to look after my child.
I had the op on the Saturday morning, the Friday afterwards the hospital rang me asking to go in on Monday for a scan, after asking why I got told that the cameras results were inconclusive and I could still be pregnant. I was so angry but happy that there was a chance still.
The weekend flew by; I guess I was in a daze, a bit confused, angry, upset but optimistic. I was warned that the anesthetic may cause me to miscarry but I wasn’t going to let it get me down. I took a test and it was positive, I still had my miracle baby. Or so I thought
The scan that Monday proved me wrong, the one time I got my hopes up and they were shattered, I was miscarrying.
My uterus full of blood and who did I blame them. I still do. I know it’s not healthy but it helps.
That was at the start of November, I was getting faint positives through all of December, constant blood tests, my levels were higher than normal but not enough for how far I should have been so I accepted finally I wasn’t pregnant.
Slowly with support from family, friends and of course the mums group I don’t know what I’d of done without you all I started to focus on the future.
I drank a lot on Christmas Day, my partner said he didn’t mind so I did, but I woke up on Boxing Day morning and told him I thought I was pregnant, he told me to let go but I didn’t. He gave in and brought me a clear blue and there it was, only a couple of weeks but I was pregnant.
I couldn’t believe it; I was so happy yet petrified at the same time.
I have only gone to that hospital again because I’ve had to and I’m opting for a home birth this time. Although I’m over the moon I’ll never forget what they’ve done and the baby they made me loose.
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