Mom to Angel Baby Allen
St. Louis, Missouri
May 8th started out as any other day. I stayed in all day. Evening came and I had this painful feeling inside me. I went to the bathroom, and realized I was spotting. I asked myself how could this be, when I had just had a period less than a week ago. I decided, something is not right. So, I took a pregnancy test. Two dark lines. I showed my family the first pregnancy test. My husband and I were shocked. This was exactly what we wanted. I still couldn’t believe this was really happening for us, so I took another pregnancy test. Still, two dark lines. But, I was spotting. I had had a healthy pregnancy before, and had never experienced anything like this. I had always thought that if you had any kind of bleeding that that was always a bad sign. So what could this bleeding mean? Was I having an early miscarriage? My daughter looked up bleeding early in pregnancy, and we found out about implantation bleeding. That gave me a little relief, but I was still so nervous. I tried to relax, but I was just over the moon ecstatic and scared at the same time. I knew I would rather be safe than sorry, so my family and I went to the emergency room. When we finally got to the maternity side of the hospital they were giving me a due date of January 9, 2016 which was the day before my late uncle’s birthday. I still had to wait to be seen by the nurse and doctor. I got a vaginal exam done, which was pretty bloody, but the nurse said it wasn’t too bad. I got blood work done to check my levels and confirm my pregnancy, which they told us would take about an hour. Let me tell you, it was the longest hour of my life. They came back an hour and a half later and confirmed my pregnancy. My hcg levels were 615, and they told me that that was pretty low and I was about 5 weeks 5 days. My family and I once again felt elated. We were about to get a new addition to our family. The bleeding never stopped, so four days later I went in to see my Obstetrician. I had a vaginal ultrasound. I was told that the baby was found in my ovaries, and that I wouldn’t be able to keep it. My family and I were devastated. My dream had ended in a matterof only four days. I was told that I could either have the surgery and possibly lose a fallopian tube, or try the methotrexate shot and hope that my levels dropped. I chose the methotrexate shot. The very next day I went to the cancer center at the hospital and felt so terrible. Even though I knew an ectopic pregnancy could take my life, I still felt like I was at an abortion clinic. I wanted this baby more than anything, and here I was about to be injected with chemotherapy that would terminate the baby. A couple day later, my doctor called to let me know my levels had shot up to 2000. The next day I was back for another round of methotrexate. I had to keep getting blood work done almost continuously. After the second round my hcg levels finally started to drop slowly. About a week and a half later I was sitting on the couch in excruciating pain and had to be hospitalized. They told me the the baby’s placenta had more than likely ruptured and I had blood on my stomach. Once I was released from the hospital my levels were starting to drop tremendously. My levels are now in negative range, and I don’t have to have blood work done every week anymore. Emotionally, I still have a long road ahead of me, but God is still good and I thank him for saving my life.
Jermetra can be reached at BParisG@yahoo.com