Update on drugs

I just wanted to give you an update about the last few weeks. This may or may not make sense because I'm on several pain killers and I feel a little loopy. Anyway here goes.... About a week and a half ago I went in to the doctor for a prenatal appointment. I was very excited to see and hear the little booger because I was about 12 weeks along. As the doc scanned my belly with the little ultrasound thingy I saw her face get a little too serious. She said that the baby wasn't measuring large enough and that she couldn't find a heart beat. Right away I knew what she was saying. She left and grabbed another doctor and they continued to look at the baby (in more than one way). The lights were out because they wanted to see the screen better, and then they began to explain to me that the baby didn't have a heart beat, that I had miscarried but my body just didn't know it yet. It all felt like a bad dream. I just kept thinking this couldn't be happening. I'm young, healthy, I've had two healthy kids, I'm 12 weeks I should be past that kinda thing. The doctor gave me a few options but I said I just wanted to go home and let my body deal with it. Luckily (or because of God!) my mom was already scheduled to fly in the next day. It was great to have her around helping me out. The next few days my body started to figure things out and I lost a lot of blood (this next part may be a little too much so to make it sound better I will refer to blood as apple juice [I told you I was on drugs]). I lost so much apple juice that I actually passed out for my mom. I kinda find it funny but it scared my mom so freaking bad. After I came to, I felt much better so it didn't really occur to us that we should go to the hospital. I figured I was past the worse part, and that I would be doing better very soon. The next few days I tried to walk around more, and although I was still loosing apple juice, I felt better. Monday came around, and I had a follow up appointment. Once the doctors finally came in, they gave me an exam and again I saw that serious face and they began talking Dr. talk to each other. Without getting to gory, they found lots of "treasures" that needed to be removed. They did their job and then let me rest for a bit. They still didn't like all the apple juice I had lost (about half my apple juice was lost over the weekend). But they sent me home with some meds and told me the worse was over... but if I lost much more apple juice I needed to head straight to the ER. Tuesday was fine, Wednesday was not. I called Rob at work and told him that I needed some help. We went in to the ER and despite all the people sitting, waiting to be admitted, they let me right in. (I'm thinking I didn't look to good). Nurses continued to check my vitals and doctors came in to ask me questions, but mostly I just laid there and watched TV. Finally someone from OB came in gave me an exam and told me I needed a D&C. At this point I was pretty upset because I had just gone to hell and back and back to hell and then I STILL needed a D & C. The rest went by pretty fast. I signed my life away just in case they killed me (which I told them not to). And soon I was wheeled into the OR. Now I have never been put all the way under, I haven't even spent much time in hospitals other than having my kids. I do, however, love watching Scrubs, ER back in the day, and Grey's is my favorite show. Yeah not the stuff to be thinking about when you are wheeled into the OR. I even told the Dr. about Meredith's step mom dying because of the hiccups. She assured me that was TV and that I would be fine. Yeah I know I wasn't very rational but hey, I was scared. Anyway, they drugged me up, cleaned me out, and that was that. I woke up to see Rob's concerned face, (I think I was acting pretty weird as the anesthesia wore off). I could tell that I already felt better, mostly because during the operation they gave me two bags of apple juice. Anyway they kept me over night gave me drugs and sent me home. Everything went well and (as I knock on wood) I will again say, "the worse part has passed." Now I just need to rest for a week or so and I should be doing much better! Thanks for all your prayers, because while this was extremely difficult physically, it was also very hard emotionally. And THANKS to my church family! I cannot believe how blessed we are to have so many friends around here that dropped everything to feed us, talk to us, pray for us, and just love us. YOU ROCK.

Sorry if this was too much info... again blame the drugs... wooo I feel gooooood!