Last night was a rather uneventful evening. We put the kids to bed. We watched Thor on Netflix. We went to bed.
Almost as soon as we got into bed, K had a sharp shooting pain in her abdomen.
We called the midwife. We called a neighbor to watch the children. We called my mother, who lives nearby. The we rushed to the ER at about 11:30.
Shortly after arriving, K fainted. She was taken to ultrasound after she came to. The ultrasound showed an ectopic pregnancy with significant internal bleeding. They called the doctor, prepped her for surgery and operated a 4 am.
The surgery was a success. K is currently resting, recovering, and doing well.
We have mixed emotions about all of this. Although this pregnancy was a surprise, we had gotten past the initial shock and we were really looking forward to growing our family. Our older daughters were especially excited about being big sisters. (I had a post written about all of this that is still in draft.)
We are sad that we lost the baby. We are sad that we will never get to meet our “baby Bean” as our daughters called him.
But our grief will have to wait for another day. Today we are thankful. The doctor showed us the pics of the surgery. Several nurses said it was one of the worst ruptured ectopic pregnancies they had ever seen.
We are thankful for family and friends.
We are thankful we had good medical help available.
We are thankful that K is alive.
And we are thankful for all the prayers that were offered for K, both in this world and the next. I was a nervous wreck and I don’t think I could have gotten through this all without prayer.
I’m exhausted and will be very busy over the next few weeks, so I probably won’t be posting. Prayers are appreciated, as always.
Originally posted at realcatholicloveandsex.com