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Thank you all for the warm support and prayers. We sure needed them! Little did I know things were going to get wilder before they settled down. After attending an OB appointment the doctors said it could be a while before things "got going" with the miscarriage and I'd likely need to come back to the hospital for some medication. Well, things got started, unfortunately, on their own a mere hour or two later AT THE MALL on Tuesday while I was standing in line at Starbucks with my three big kids. I naively thought I could get their soccer gear at Dick's. Suddenly I was blacking out over the coffee of the week stand. People were helping me sit down, handing me their cell phones. Mall security came and though I said I was fine and didn't want intervention, they insisted upon a medic arriving and taking me by ambulance to the ER when they realized I was losing a lot of blood. I guess I realized it too since it was all happening very quickly and getting back in my car would not be desirable at that point. Thank the Lord my husband was reachable by cell phone. He often isn't in his school building on base. I tried to stay upbeat and calm for the kids and said, "Hey you guys get to ride in an ambulance! Now this is an educational experience, huh!" I had convinced the paramedics to let the kids come even though they're not really supposed to let that many extras on. I couldn't fathom leaving my children standing on a curb, bewildered, with mall security waiting for Dad. He met us at the ER. I guess I still thought this was all just a normal thing and bummer timing. How embarrasing! I should have stayed home. But my bleeding continued in large amounts. I began to faint again and started shaking uncontrollably. Suddenly 9 people were in the room buzzing around calling out blood pressure numbers. They gave me a blood transfusion, IV's and finally decided to take me to emergency surgery. The scariest moment was when the doctor said, "If we can't stop the bleeding, worse case scenario, we could have to do a hysterectomy." I said, "Please don't." He said they'd be as gentle and careful as possible, but it was the very last resort, he just had to tell me it was a possiblility. When I woke up five hours later, the first thing I asked was, "Am I all here still?" Everything was fine. I spent a night getting poked way too many times for blood counts, but was released the next morning. A kind nurse had driven our children to a friend's house at the end of her shift. And God's hand was on us. I asked the surgeon that morning, "Was this really an emergency or could I have handled this at home?" He said, "No, you were definitely hemorraging and going into shock. It's a good thing you were here." I guess God's timing was right, after all. In my independent (stubborn?) nature, I would have tried to stick it out at home. I guess I need to go back to Starbucks and thank them for their kindness. They had given my a free iced latte in the middle of everything! |
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