I spent pretty much of all Tuesday night curled up in a ball with some intense abdominal pain.
Come Wednesday, it was still there and so I asked Hubs to stay home from work because there was no way I was going to be in full “Mom” mode. I couldn’t even stand up straight without being in pain. I slept all morning and then came downstairs to eat and drink. I drank a bunch of water but could only eat half my chicken noodle soup.
Hubs suggested I make a doctor’s appointment. By that time, there were no same day appointments. None until Friday actually so I went to the “emergency room” on base. Even though I was the only one there, I still had to wait 10-15 minutes to get triaged. And then, they were like “Oh no, we don’t look at pregnant ladies, you have to go to Tripler.”
Hubs had dropped me off and taken the kids home so I called him back, told him we had to go somewhere else and he came to get me.
Off to Tripler. The OB there is like a giant cattlecall. You take a number, everything is automated. I saw a nurse, I got some blood drawn, I waited for the doctor.
Then the fun started.
First, I had a med student, no biggie, they gotta learn somewhere but this one was so nervous about “lady things.” We barely got through the interview before the OB showed up.
She was like “let’s feel her stomach. I think she has blood in there.”
“Where’s the baby? Is it okay?”
“I think you’ve got blood in your ovaries.”
“Are you SURE you haven’t had any bleeding or discharge?”
“This isn’t working, there’s no baby that I can see.”
What the what??
As I lay there, getting more and more nervous, these crazy people did nothing but make it worse. I mean, I never told them I had a trauma to my stomach. Where was all this “blood” coming from?
Then she said “I need to talk to someone else, I have no idea what’s wrong with you.”
They left, another doctor returned with them and she advised me that unless I start puking, pooping, or both, I would just need “rest and lots of water.”
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