You know how sometimes I sort of over-share? Well, this is one of those posts. So you can go away now if you want...
My surgery was six weeks ago tomorrow. I had a follow up appointment about two weeks after my surgery where they found some "tissue" that was left behind, whatever that means. They gave me a pill that was supposed to get rid of the rest of it, I took it, that was that.
Then, about a week ago, I started getting severe stabbing pains in my lower stomach. I would feel fine one second, then like someone was running a giant dagger through my body the next. There was one morning that I came home, got in bed, and was actually scared to move because it hurt so bad. I called my doctor's office and spoke with a nurse yesterday morning and explained what was going on. She told me they wanted me to come in for an ultrasound to make sure I didn't have leftover "tissue" (I hate that word) inside that was causing the pain. Needless to say, I had a mini freak-out. I had it made up in my mind that this was the end of my fertility and I was officially infected and scarred.
I scheduled my appointment for first thing this morning. My regular doctor didn't have openings, but I wanted to get in as soon as possible to get on antibiotics if needed. I told them I would take whatever they could give me. Thankfully, the doctor they ended up putting me with was wonderful. I love calm doctors. I tend to be a little...um...high-strung. Whenever I find a doctor that can chill me out, it is a very good thing. This doctor relaxed me more than I thought was possible. He listened to my concerns, and decided to go ahead with the ultrasound. Can I just tell you how much ultrasounds suck nowadays? They suck. Bad. I miss seeing my baby in there. But, on a happy note, it showed a clean, shiny, new uterus! No "tissue" (ugh.) He said everything looks pristine and my body is ready for our new baby whenever he or she decides to come.
As for the pain I was feeling? The way he explained it to me, it was "pregnancy contractions without the continuation of the pregnancy." It was my body's last effort to get rid of anything and everything that should not be in there. Contractions? Really? I have officially experienced all of the crappy parts of pregnancy with no baby to bring home. Oh well. I'm choosing to focus on the positive. This should be my last physical hurdle of this miscarriage. I also got some encouraging information in the mail today that I will be following up on soon (more on that later.)
So, for now, I'm still keepin' on.