LET THE JOURNEY BEGIN

I was driving home from work one evening with the intentions of going home, changing clothes, and going out to the bar (which is where I had spent a lot of time lately). However, this day on my way home I started to feel extreme pain in my lower abdomen area and started to feel extremely ill. I called my friend who was going to go out with me and told her that I didn’t think I needed to go out because I was not feeling well. She asked me if I needed her to come over, I told her that I thought I would be fine, but she was persistent. No more than 2 seconds after pulling into the driveway, I got extremely sick and I could hardly get up off of the floor. Once my friend arrived, I remember her telling me “we really need to get you to the hospital; I think something is really wrong with you”. I was scared because I had no clue what was happening to me.

I remember the ride to the hospital felt like an eternity, I never thought we were going to make it, my symptoms were getting so much worse and the pain was excruciating. I remember arriving at the hospital and they came out and got me with a wheelchair because I was so dizzy and could hardly stand on my own. They took me into a room, and immediately started running tests. The nurse came into my room and said “well it looks like you may be pregnant but then again it looks like you may not be.” Not sure how it can be unknown. So they performed additional tests, and they ended up coming back and confirming that I was pregnant, however she said that it was only around 4-5 days when conception had occurred. I told her that was crazy, that it was not possible because it had been a lot longer than that time period. She said that they needed to do an ultrasound to confirm it.

I remember crying when she left the room, and my friends telling me that everything was going to be okay. That I was strong and that there was nothing that I couldn't handle. As they wheeled me back into the ultrasound room, I remember the lady saying “well honey, it looks like that you are experiencing what they call an eptopic pregnancy”. I had no clue what this even meant, other than it was a very serious condition and they needed to perform surgery very quickly. I was told that they were going to keep me overnight and then the doctor would come in the following morning to perform the surgery.

I lay in the bed in complete tears that night and hardly slept at all with the fear of blaming myself for this happening. Was it all the alcohol? Was it the cigarettes? Did I not take care of myself? How in the world could it say I was 4-5 days pregnant when I knew it wasn’t possible? The questions were running rampant through my head, and I had no clue what was going to occur.

The next morning, I was totally prepared to be wheeled into the operating room to have the procedure performed . The Doctor came in, looked at me,and said “you are having a normal and healthy pregnancy; it looks like you are around 5-6 weeks pregnant”. I was an emotional basket case. How do you go from having an eptopic pregnancy to having a normal healthy baby? The answer was simple “GOD”! He knew exactly what my life needed, and my life has never been more blessed than the moment I found out I was going to be a mommy.