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{that one time I had surgery while pregnant}

Two years ago (almost to the day) I had an appendicitis.
And I was 21 weeks pregnant.

When my stomach started hurting as I was at work, I thought my pants were just too tight.
My awesome hubby even drove the 30 minutes to my school to bring me stretchy unrestricting gauchos.
Obviously that didn't help... because my first pair of pants really weren't too tight.
It was just my appendix, angry at the world.

After some phone calls to my doctors office, I decided not to go home and rest like they told me to.
Not because I'm a rebel, but because I didn't want to go further away from a hospital.
After I suffered through a whole work day with 30 ten year olds though, I did go home.
I thought perhaps it was just stress that had gotten to me...

Just two days before we had gone to the doctors to find out if we were having a boy or a girl.
Obviously, it was a boy :)
However after the ultrasound and exciting news, my doctor came in to tell me that they were concerned about the length of Brody's noses bone.
Party foul.
Apparently a short nose bone is one of the soft signs of Down syndrome.
Long story short, we went directly to a specialist who did another ultrasound and drew some blood.
After looking through all of the other soft signs, they weren't concerned about Down syndrome, plus my blood work came back saying I had a 1/7000 chance of Brody being Downs.

So, yea.  Stress.
I thought that it may have caused me to have the worst stomach ache of my life.
So bad that it hurt to do ANYTHING.
I couldn't lay down, sit, kneel, nothing. 

I made yet another call to the doctors, where they were asking where the pain was centralized. 
It hurt so bad I couldn't really tell, but when I told them it was kind of by my sternum, 
they said it was just reflux. No biggie. 
A nice lady finally told me that I'd know if I had to go into the hospital.
At that point I called my super busy farmer hubby,
who came home to get me and take me to the hospital.

I didn't think I was going to make it. Honestly. 
About half way there I rolled down the window and puked.
{Did I mention the "good" hospital is an hour from our house? It is.}

Luckily, the ER doesn't want much to do with pregnant ladies, 
so they stuck me in a wheel chair and took me straight to labor and delivery.
After some examination and the third ultrasound in 3 days, they realized it was my appendix.
And then they hooked me up with some baby safe drugs. 
One of the top moments of my life was getting those drugs! For real.

They scheduled me for surgery the next day.
To say that I was emotional would be an understatement.
I didn't think that surgery next to my precious baby was a good idea.
Luckily my awesome friend Jenn was there with me before surgery to help calm my nerves. 
Also, my amazing mom {who was here to find out the sex of the babe} hopped back on a plane to come up.
And my hubs, he was great too. :)

Needless to say, surgery went fine.
And morphine was my new best friend.

Pardon the baby belly.
See the three bandaids? That's where the incisions were.
They took my appendix out through my belly button.

So there you have it.
That one time I had surgery while pregnant.
And Brody turned out just fine through all of it.
And he doesn't have Down syndrome either.
AND, I don't miss my appendix one bit.


1 comment:

  1. Your boy is really cute and I didn't know they took appendix out through the belly button....it just freaks me out a bit!

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