My Near Death Experience

As you all know M and I were very excited to announce our pregnancy near Mothers day. Our joy then turned to worry when I found out I was having a misscarriage. As I proceded to go to my OB every 2 days to make sure everything was clearing on its own, I then found out I had a tubal pregnancy. Unfortuntaly the pregnancy did not clear on it's own and on Thursday night I found myself curled on the floor, rithing in pain. Needless to say M and I ended up in the ER. Over a long talk with my Gyno we decided on having a routine laproscopy. We scheduled the procedure for the next morning and everything went as planned.

Unfortunately, when they were in there they could not find the tubal pregnancy... so they sewed me up and gave me a shot of Methotrexate to be sure everything was cleared, and I was in no danger of having a rupture. By that afternoon I was discharged, trying to drink some homemade chicken soup, from my momma, and watching a movie with M. In the early evening I started feeling cold and I was shaking so M got me a huge comfortor. He said when he touched my leg I was burning up. He took my temp and it was 101.3, he called the doc, gave me some meds and waited 45 min. After a good 45 min and my momma driving 45min, to be by my side, my temp was upto 102.1. We piled in the cars and headed for the ER, yet again.

As I sat in the waiting room I thought, let's just leave, its just a fever, I am fine!! My mom wouldn't let us, so we were admitted. As we sat in the ER with more IV's, and more tests,when I realized something was terribly wrong.
By the next morning my fever had risen to 103.4 and it wasn't stopping there. I was retaining all the liquid they were giving me so I looked like a balloon, and I couldn't walk or stand due to the lap. I was miserable, crying and no one could figure out what was wrong. I sat in the hospital bed, waiting for someone to figure something out, when my fever spiked to 104.1. The OB sent an internist, who sent an infectious disease guy, who sent a surgeon. We waited for one test to see if I had colitious, and unfortuntaly it was negative.

We had to do exploritory surgery.

When I was wheeled down to the OR I was feeling antzy but ok, that I was good hands. The next thing I rememeber is waking up feeling like a 400 lb man was sitting on my chest, screaming for my doc and trying to grasp someone's hand. I woke up early the next morning with M sitting next to me with this very solomn look on his face and rubbing my hand. I didn't want to know what had happened but I had to ask. He told me they had removed my Gallblater and I was in the ICU. It hadn't gone as planned. I had stiches from my sternum to my bellybutton, not to mention the 3 inscisions from the lap. I couldn'tcry b/c it hurt too bad and I didn't know what to do. We just sat therewatching the news.

My dad, friends and all family (even my grandaddy and aunt, that drove 2000miles to see me) stayed with me. Over the course of 3 days, being in ICU, I got a little better. Eventually we were wheeled to Med/Surg room where I have been for the past 4 days.

As of now most of my tubes are out. I walked around the unit yesterday and ate a whole grape popsicle. I thought to myself, if you are this excited about walking in a square and eating a popsicle, I should be thankful that I am still alive.

Thanks to everyone who have sent flowers, come by and given cards and balloons. I beleive the power of prayer pulled me through and all of you had a huge part. Thank you for being you! God Bless!