I can hardly believe how I survived this, but I know without a doubt that God had His hand in it all. I'm gonna start from the beginning of how all this fell into place. I'm not sure how many of you were aware from before of me having a cist on my right ovary way back in my 20th week pregnancy with Emilee. Well, the cist had stopped growing and I had hardly any trouble with Isabella's pregnancy. So the cist was forgotten about and I just moved forward. I was going to have surgery to remove the cist, right ovary and the fybroid that was outside of my uterous, but the doc said that if I was planning to have more kids that I should hold off. When we got pregnant with our 3rd baby the cist was seen on the sonagram, but it had decreased and I wasn't feeling too much pain. I was being seen for the spotting that I was having and the cramping too. Anyway, to make a long story a little shorter, I didn't have anymore pains in this pregnancy until about March. I started to feel sharp pains off and on and I knew it was the cist again because I couldn't possibly forget how that feels. So the doc kept watching me and giving me meds to help me get further into my pregnancy. On Wednesday April 1st, 2009 I couldn't bare the pain anymore and I couldn't walk or sit. I was having minor contractions through the night on the 31st of March and finally in the morning Paul said that we needed to go see the doc. I ended up being checked in the Labor and Delivery room and had to stay overnight because they wanted to watch the baby and watch my white blood cell count. Everything was fine except for the cist being at 7cm. So I was released to go home by 12 noon the next day and of course with some pain meds. I'm not a person to take pain meds because of how they make me feel and I can't be like that with 2 little ones. So I just took Ibuprofen for any pain that the doc perscribed. Everything seemed to be better until around sunday the 5th. I started to have major pain and could barely handle sitting or standing and was very uncomfortable. It was even hard to lay on my bed. I was scheduled to see the doc on monday the 6th and Paul was also leaving that morning to go to DC for some training. His mom had come into town for a visit for easter on the 4th. So she took me to my doc's appt. scheduled at 3pm on monday. As soon as my doc saw me he said that he wanted to get a sonagram done on the cist because of how much pain I was having. I was then sent over to the hospital across the street to get that done. I knew something was wrong when they had 2 nurses and 2 doc's come in at different times to see my cist on the screen. It was even unbelievable for them. They kept saying no wonder you are in so much pain. I was able to see my baby on the monitor and was told that he/she is already at 4lbs and doing very, very well. I then felt a warm sensation go through my whole body and It was then I had peace about everything. I was told if I was going to have surgery that the baby would be just fine to come out because of the weight and how healthy it is. The doc came back in and said you are now going to be checked in at Labor and Delivery and your doc will meet you there to tell you what is going on. Remember, this was all going on while Paul was in DC. I checked in and still didn't know anything until around 7pm that night on the 6th. I started to panic only because if I was going to have surgery done I really wanted my husband to be there. I told the nurse to please ask the doc what is going to happen so that I can call my husband and let him know. Within an hour or so, I was given a band to stay overnight and the nurse told me that I better call my husband because within the next 24hrs. I was going to have surgery. The surgery was going to be a surgery that they were going to use a camera to locate everything and then take out without having to cut me open. The doc came in the room to see me and said he was sorry, but he was going to have to do a normal surgery because of how far along I was in my pregnancy and he didn't want to risk anything at this point. So at 5:30pm with Paul at my side and few women from my small group and Bible study group they all said a prayer over me and into surgery I went. I was out within an hour and don't remember a thing since I left my room. I was so amazed by how everything went. No one in Labor and Delivery could believe that I still had a baby in my tummy. I was in the hospital for a whole week before going home. I'm now at 33wks tomorrow(friday 24th) and I'm still having pain, but I'm doing well for just having surgery. I'm having more contractions now, but very far apart. The contractions just hurt because of the pressure it puts on the incision. Every evening the baby is wanting to play football with my tummy and that is really painful too. I'm just glad the baby is doing fine and I'm healing up great. I will see the doc again on the 28th.
The girls had a really hard time with mommy being in the hospital, but on friday night we still had our family pizza night in the hospital with a movie. It was a great time for me and the girls. Thanks again for all your support, phone calls, emails, short comments on facebook, food brought to my family, but most of all the prayers. We are so blessed to have faithful, Godly friends and family to bless us during this time.
