About three weeks ago I woke up with sharp pains in my stomach.
I had fallen a sleep a few minutes ago after I had finished my daily routine of reading late night Taseeb The pains were sharp, confusing me between cramps and contractions. It was 3 am and I was in my mums house. Not wanting to worry them with this unnecessary drama that I was to endure. Time stood still but the pain grew. Like a mountain on my stomach, trying to kill me. I was trying to stay calm hoping for it to pass, until I knew this was not happening. 7am I shook my mum and asked her to get me some immediate spasm painkillers. But the pain grew instead, and my father rushed me to the hospital where my husband followed.
After a few tests and sonography, there was a faint possibility of me being pregnant. But the sonography wasn’t able to show any of it. The pain was lowered his intensity but it was right there. The doctor did a HCG beta for confirmation, before we could do anything further.
But before I could walk out of the door, she said this might not be your normal pregnancy. It took me time to process yet I stayed quiet. I waited for the blood test that confirmed my pregnancy.
Did I tell you, I’d been spotting for almost two weeks before the monstrous pain arrived. And me bring me didn’t care much about it.
The pain was a bitch, it wouldn’t let me go on in peace. And when I spoke to the doctor in the evening. She said she wanted to operate me in the morning because the fetus wasn’t visible. She said she’d try to do a laparoscopy and find it. Although she guessed it was in my fallopian tube and she would getit out. She said I had to come over now because she was travelling and she wouldn’t to able to help me If she left for her vacation.
With the tears gushing down my face my parents were ready to get me operated at once. There was nothing more important than keeping me pain free. However the sudden surgery didn’t make sense to me. My husband declined the moment he heard they’d cut something out of my body. I’ve delivered with an emergency CS and with my constant back aches. He didn’t want me jumping into being more week than I am already.
He talked me into a second opinion and my BFF backed up. With all the crazy pain I was having, I explained my parents to hold on to prayers and wait till I understood my situation.
Although I wanted to go by every word my gynaecologist had said. But the thought of having another surgery was the biggest challenge. I gulped the pain and cried until I got to the new doctor. (Not relieving the names) She did the same procedures, trying to understand my problem. I carefully told her everything I knew, so she didn’t have to start from zero.
She confirmed my pregnancy being immature and with the HCG beta following from the results. This was definitely not something that I could have carried for nine months. ( trying to not go into details) but she told me that exact moment, that in no point that I would need a surgery. Medicine is far advanced and we could treat the pain with medication. And since I’d been spotting since two weeks already. She said we could wait for a few more days to see if I’d have a regular period. And maybe with some good luck, I’d naturally not need anything to clear it. The pain was definitely a problem, but the surgery was not the only option. I confirmed thrice before, trying to understand why my old gynaecologist had said that she had to do a emergency surgery right away. She had even said, that if I’d faint, I could go to another doctor because she wouldn’t be able to help me. Fresh tears fell from my face at the thought of how harsh she had been to me. She said she wouldn’t treat me if I felt pain because I didn’t say yes as soon as she had said she wanted to operate.
I found it more weird, when this extremely experienced doctor said that I had no reason to be sacred. There could have been different complications, but with gods grace I wasn’t in that extreme of a problem. We could still wait a few days, to take a decision that was as extreme as a surgery.
The pain calmed down with medication. The following tests clarified, my immature pregnancy and it’s possibility to not stand a positive chance. With the constant spotting my period came at its usual date. And after the cycle, I was no longer pregnant.
It all happened in such a testing process, that everything else felt unrealistic.
The reason to tell you my story is that, I don’t want any of you to fall into something that is not absolutely necessary. I’ve personally had a horrible delivery. God knows I never want anyone to face what I did in the name of delivery. And one of these days I might tell you my birthing story too. Since we are stuck home, forever now?
But for now you definitely need to know, taking a second opinion is extremely important. Don’t be an easy prey to the everything you hear.
We may praise the doctors for their good work, but there are a few of them. That do things that are absolutely unexpected and unethical. Although in a normal situation I wouldn’t have said this, but I know there are so many of us dealing with so much.
The lockdown isn’t only a physical one, there are so many that we can’t put in words. Remember me in your prayers.