Friday, September 21, 2012

The Shock That Was My Diagnosis

The day we found out I was pregnant, I expected to schedule surgery.  That is God's honest truth, but I should probably start from the beginning so you get a better idea of how I got to that point.

Most of you will probably remember the fact that I had been participating in Made to Crave and had committed to training for a 5K with the CCL earlier in the summer.  We were militant in our consistency to train.  It was rare we missed more than two nights of walking/running and logged food every.single.day.  Due to my PCOS, my weight loss had been slow, albeit consistent.

Then, all of a sudden, weird things happened.  To start, I couldn't eat much of anything without getting really sick to my stomach.  I would run anyway, stopping only to throw up a few times before I continued my pace.  My belly felt distended and gross, and food just didn't sound appetizing.

My super encouraging running group consulted one evening and decided I would go to the emergency room--which I refused.  (And not graciously.)  The CCL, a nurse with only good stories to share (ha!), was convinced I had a bowel obstruction.  Every symptom I had seemed to fit with that diagnosis and PastorJosh and my mom were concerned that this really was something serious I was treating like a mild rash.  To ease their concerns, I swore I would go to the doctor the very next day.  The next morning, my mom actually called to confirm I was following through with that promise.  

Favorite and I drove to the clinic together and the doctor I saw was an energetic little guy.  He went through all my symptoms and asked me to jump up on the table.  When he pressed on my right side, I almost punched him.  "Oh, so you're a little tender there?" he said with a smile.  "Yep.  Looks like gall bladder.  We can do a screen with our machine.  Just have a run a couple of tests first."

"What kind of tests?" I asked.

"Oh, you know, a pregnancy test.  Can't expose you to all that radiation if you're pregnant."

My response?  I laughed.  (Looking back, I totally understand how Sarai could've laughed at the Angel who told Abram they would conceive.  That was such a ridiculous conclusion.  How could it prompt anything but giggles?)  Then, I spent the next ten minutes explaining why the pregnancy test was a complete waste of time and resources, and ended by asking the doctor to please perform the scan anyway.

He hesitated, agreed and left the room.

He came back in two seconds and told me he just didn't feel right about abandoning protocol and asked me to take the test.  I grumbled but complied.  It was a waste of time, but it would satisfy his requirements and then we could move on.

About 3 minutes later, he walked back into my room and said, "Well, we won't be performing any scan on you today!"

I responded, "Oh?  Is your machine broken?"

He looked at me completely bewildered and said, "Um.  No.  You're pregnant so we can't run the test."

Pregnant?  Me?  The guy must have been kidding.  In fact, the nurse ran a second test just so I would believe what they were saying.  I stared at those little strips in complete disbelief.  It was surreal.  How was I pregnant?  (Logistically, I know how one gets pregnant.  But the likelihood that I would be, particularly when one considers my history, changed this scenario a bit.  I should also probably mention that I also had gall bladder problems--likely caused by the pregnancy per my doctor.)

Since Favorite was in the waiting room, the doctor went to get him.  We were both completely shocked and the doctor was so giddy he could hardly stand it.

Our first ultrasound came almost a week later as the result of a bleeding scare.  And on the screen, Little Navajo was timed perfectly with my last period.  I don't mean that to be TMI, but for someone with PCOS, this is a huge deal.  Huge.  And that day we got to see Navajo's little heart fluttering away on the screen.

At my last appointment that same heart was beating a mile a minute--which is the whole reason Favorite believes Navajo is a girl.  Me?  I'm not so sure yet.

In the time I waited to tell, I debated how much pregnancy information should go on my blog.  In the end, I concluded that this is the only type of scrapbooking I do, so there will likely be weekly updates and pictures (if I can manage to fix my camera).

Mostly, I hope that my story gives others hope in the waiting.


Not to us, Lord, not to us

    but to your name be the glory,
    because of your love and faithfulness.
          --Psalm 115:1





8 comments:

Katie said...

From the moment you told me, I felt like Navajo was a little girl. I'm on Team Favorite with this one!

Pissed Off said...

I am so happy for you I have tears running down my face. In my religion we believe this is the week your fate for the year is determined. Yours will be great

Tienna said...

I'm totally that random person that follows your blog becuse you make me laugh AND I also struggle with infertility. Needless to say, I am THRILLED for you. What a blessing! Thanks for sharing. Your story just gave me a much needed boot of hope. I'll continue to pray for you and your little miracle.

Jenny said...

What an excellent story!
Congratulations!

Mindee@ourfrontdoor said...

THAT is a fun way to find out. Love it!

Quietly Southern said...

I'm late in my congratulations but congrats none the less! What exciting news and what a way to find out. Wishing you all the best and sending lots of good vibes :)

Rebecca Louise. said...

At least you have a cool story in how you found out! :)

Lena Medina said...

Hi there! I just came across your blog again and am thrilled to hear your good news! Congratulations! God is sooooo good! We tried for 2 and 1/2 years and got pregnant in may with a boy due January! PCOS was my nightmare for so long, but God does miraculous things! I will be praying for continued health for you and baby boy!