Let's rewind a week. We had an afternoon appointment the amazing Dr. Weston. Everything was wonderful and I graduated to monthly!!! appointments and he said we had the all clear to tell the world after my next scan. At 1 day shy of 11 weeks we were starting to feel good about it all.
Then at 1 am I woke up in pain. I thought I needed to pee and that maybe I just had some trapped gas. As a sufferer of IBS the pain wasn't all that unfamiliar expect for the location. I went to the bathroom...no relief. I walked around the house a little...no relief. I tried to lay back down but that just seem to make the whole situation angrier. At 4 am I had woken Simon up and we decided that work was simply not going to be a option. Pain aside I NEEDED sleep! I got up and changed my lessons plans to be friendly for another person, answered a few emails and called in sick. I thought perhaps it was easing up and I would be able to sleep. I crawled back in bed and began to cry. Now anyone with IBS or trapped gas will tell you you feel better after going to the toilet not worse. Clearly this was something else.
Panicked and scared we called Dr. Weston at 5 am. He wanted to see us that morning at 9 am when his office opened. He was sure I was going to be okay because I wasn't bleeding but just needed to be sure. Simon ended up calling his mum because he was scared and worried. Yes, he is a giant momma's boy but I completely understand. Wife is crying in pain while pregnant with twins...I would want backup too. The added bonus was she was able to drive us to the doctor's while I focused on not dying. We also figured out how to freak out an entire waiting room full of pregnant women.
Dr. Weston scanned the babies and they were fine (THANK GOD!!!!) but I needed to head to emergency because he didn't know if I had a urinary tract infection or if it was my appendix. Conveniently the hospital is immediately next store to the his office.
I won't bore you with all the details but we spent A LONG time in emergency. The pain would lessen and then get worse. They were very good about trying to keep me comfortable. The surgeon came to check me out and he too thought it was my appendix. WTF!!!!!!!! Insert major freak out here. Apparently, I was going to need surgery. There was no way around it. If it ruptured it would kill the babies and me. If we had the surgery there was a small risk of miscarriage. Dr. Cullen left to talk to Dr. Weston and that is the last we saw of anyone.
A couple hours later I was admitted to the hospital for surgery that night. I spent a couple of days recovering in the hospital and now I am home. I get to enjoy laying down and doing NOTHING. I can see this is going to be the theme of this pregnancy. I am completely okay with it. I can be still for 40 weeks if that means keeping my babies safe.
I also can not express in words how AMAZING Simon's family has been. I haven't been alone for a moment. Everyone is keeping me company, cleaning my house, keeping us fed and taking me to appointments.
We saw Dr. Weston again today and he is really happy with my recovery so far and how the babies are doing. I told him I was sorry we were being "those patients" but he seemed completely fine with it. Simon thinks it's probably nice to have something a little out of the ordinary.
We have discovered a few little funny things about our babies. One is always sleeping and the other is usually throwing a party in the womb. Generally it's baby B who is movin and groovin making it hard to measure or see the heartbeat. At the hospital it was baby A. They are also a little big for their "age". According to the book they were supposed to be about 1.6 inches and they were 2 inches. The ultrasound tech did assure me there were no horns and I wasn't gestating wildebeests.
So next week I will probably start documenting my MASSIVE girth in photos and have some scan photos to put up. I am sure the drama is not over with either.
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