One year ago today I was having surgery while 14 weeks pregnant.
The beginning of my pregnancy seemed to be full of drama. The first drama being that we were NOT planning on having kids for several more years. Surprise!
At my first doctor's appointment at 8 weeks, a 15 cm cyst was discovered on my ovary. The doctor gave it a month to shrink, and then decided to remove it. Having surgery is never ideal. Having surgery while pregnant is downright terrifying.They assured me it was safe, but good grief. As if morning sickness wasn't enough.
A little history: I started a new job one week before I found out I was pregnant. My new employer REALLY appreciate that. I'm sure they think I knew and didn't disclose it, but I promise I didn't. I was as surprised as they were.
Then when I found out I had to be out for surgery, things got a little dicey at the office. I was told I needed to take the time off unpaid, and if I couldnt be back to work within one week of surgery, I most likely would no longer have a job. We also weren't sure if my new insurance would cover the cost of the surgery, or if it would be considered a pre-existing condition. (Insurance DID end up covering it, because it was pregnancy related).
Stress was at an all time high. I got to the point where I actually laughed when I got more bad news.
I went in for surgery, not knowing if the the doctor would be able to do laparoscopy, or if he'd have to do a full incision. This would determine whether I could make it back to work in one week or not. I was told to remind every doctor and nurse I came in contact with the day of my surgery that I was pregnant, to make sure I wasn't given any drugs that would hurt the baby because they don't usually do surgery on pregnant women.
I remember waking up in the recovery room and asking if the baby was OK and if the doctor was able to do laparoscopy. Yes, and yes. Huge sigh of relief. My baby was fine, and I'd be able to keep my job. The downside was, I did end up losing an ovary. It's weird to think I'm down one organ.
One of my favorite feelings in the world is when something I'm dreading is finally OVER! I think I woke up in recovery with a smile on my face. The hubs and I kept accidentally referring to the hospital as 'the hotel'. We actually enjoyed our one night stay!
I remember thinking God must have really big plans for this baby, because his arrival sure hit a lot of snags! So glad all of that is over and I have a happy and healthy Charlie!!
This April 16th is WAY better!