Just Some Thoughts...

As most of y'all know I recently had a miscarriage. 12 days ago to be exact. That's the reason I wanted to start this blog..to kind of talk about it..It's been tough emotionally but we're getting through it and have high hopes for the future. I just keep reminding myself that God has a plan for us, but to be honest that scares me to death because I keep thinking what is this plan? I find myself wondering if something bad is going to happen to me, Kyle, or someone close to us...then people tell us there stories about how they had a miscarriage and now they have perfectly healthy children. So, now I'm wondering if this was God's way of pulling me closer to him. If this was his plan it is definitely working!

So, now I'm going to tell you about my hospital experience..not that it was pleasant or anything but because I just want to..

On the morning of March 19th I woke up around 8:45 so that I could get ready for my friend Rachelle's baby shower. (Ironic I know) Well, as I was washing my hair a terrible pain came over me. I rinsed my hair and quickly got out of the shower. I sat on the toilet (thinking it was just terrible gas pains) (TMI..sorry this is my blog) I called for Kyle that was downstairs sleeping in his recliner. He came up to see what was wrong and decided to call his mom. (she's a nurse) She said get ready we're going to the E.R...I tried to dry my hair..but my stupid hair brush broke and I really just didn't care...

When I arrived at the Emergency Room I got right in. The nurse took blood and a urine sample. My blood count was normal and I did not have a urinary tract infection. Dr. Hanko examined me and said that my pain did not seem to be bad enough to do an ultrasound so he sent me home with a prescription for Vicodin.

I filled the prescription but did not take it because my mother-in-law did not want me to mask symptoms. At home I rested. When I woke up my pain was still prevalent but we contemplated going back to the Emergency Room and only decided to after seeking friendly medical advice.

We arrived back at the Emergency Room that evening and again got right in. Dr. Manche ordered an ultrasound and it showed that I did have an ectopic pregnancy. I was rushed into surgery and wonderful Dr. Thompson took a blood clot off of my ovary and 400 ccs of blood out of my belly.

If I had gone home and taken the Vicodin for pain I could have internally bled to death in a matter of hours. This is my main concern for people that do not have someone around them with medical knowledge. Had it not been for my mother-in-law and a friend that she sought medical advice from who knows how things could have turned out?

Now I'm left wondering...had I brushed my hair and arrived at the hospital looking like a beauty queen would Dr. Hanko have taken me more seriously and ordered the ultrasound that morning...After all we have good insurance it would have been nothing more than a pen stroke for him and my life would not have been in danger.

I know that Dr. Hanko’s lack of care would not change the outcome of my pregnancy but I just want the next woman that enters the Emergency Room with similar problems to have the care she needs.

If we come in with a pain we should not leave with it or at least not leave without an answer to why we have that pain