Nightmare in the ER, but at least it ended well.

A week ago today, Friday the 22nd, I was going to a nieces end of school play.

I was told that I had a miscarriage the previous Tuesday and stopped taking progesterone to keep the pregnancy going because the sack was still empty with no baby.  I should have asked how much blood loss was normal with a miscarriage.

Anyways before the play, I had major hemorrhaging and thought it was probably normal with the miscarriage.  I got home just barely and started hemorrhaging constantly and couldn't get out of the bathroom.  This is when I started to think it wasn't normal.  I tried calling my doctor's office and it was lunch hour, so I had to wait an hour to get a hold of anyone.  I tried calling anyone that could help.  The hour soon passed and the doctor's office said that if I soaked a whole pad in one hour I should go in to the ER.  Mine was so much worse than that.  I had major blood clots and bleeding, gushing every 5 minutes or so and had to go to the bathroom for it.

My dad came over to watch the kids and my brother in law drove me to the ER.  Jared was on his way from work to the ER to be with me.

The ER put IV's in both arms and determined what blood type I had and then the doctor did a cleaning to get rid of all the blood clots.  After it was done, I was left alone while Jared went to the bathroom.  When he came back, I had flatlined.  My heart rate was 0 and I was rigid and stiff with my eyes staring off into space. Luckily I woke up, but I was confused at first with everyone being in the room - they called a code blue and all the ER workers were in my room.  I had my head lowered and they started pumping fluids into me.  I was shaking uncontrollably with all the fluids being pumped in.  I felt nauseous.  They brought in warm blankets and that helped.  They told me that I would need a blood transfusion and that I was special since they didn't give blood to just anyone.

My blood pressure remained low and I kept bleeding, so they decided to do a D and C.  So I was wheeled into the operating room after some waiting.  I was so sure I wouldn't make it and that they wouldn't be able to control the bleeding, but it was finished at last and I made it through.  My nurse happened to be someone in my ward.  That was nice to see a friendly face.  I was scared to fall asleep that night, worried I wouldn't wake up.  My negative thinking.  One more week and I should back to normal and able to carry Ashton again.

Just to think that a week before I could've been on the cruise and had that happen.  Would I have made it?  Or in rural Alaska.  I am lucky to be alive.  I was told that if I lived in a 3rd world country I would have died.

This experience made me so happy to be alive and with my family.  Life is a precious gift.