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With my 2nd child (She was a surprise.. Well, she was planned but not by me. I had a much older boyfriend who wanted me to want to settle down and have kids and I was 18 and sooo not ready to do that yet, I needed to catch up on the irresponsibility I missed while I was pregnant with my 1st child, I had her to give to my mom and step dad because they so desperately wanted a baby to raise.. Anyways, when I told him I wasn't ready to settle down and I wanted to go to college, he made it a habit of wanting sex when I was sleeping and answering yes to when I asked him if he was wearing a condom)
Anyways, when I was about 4 1/2 months along, I start having real pain pains that felt like a vice grip around my chest and back, it would happen mainly at night .. I thought it was gas, I chewed up gas tablets like they were candy, but I got no relief. I was at work 2 times that it happened and was taken to the hospital twice by ambulance. Now I have learned that if you are pregnant and get hurt, they don't care about what you hurt, you can go in with your arm lopped off and all they want to do is pin you down and monitor the baby, not even giving your lopped of arm a second thought. I keep insisting that these were not contractions, or fake contractions, these were too high up and I was vomiting. They would tell me that it was the braxton-hicks contractions and I would tell them that these were too high to be contractions. I hated that I had to use that hospital, but I had no choice, back when this happened, I had to get Medicaid and back then there was a very limited choice of hospitals you could use while on Medicaid.
After numerous visits I finally get a doctor who wants to look at something other than my baby and she orders some blood work. She comes back in and tells me that I have pancreatitis and she was to ultrasound my gall bladder. They found gall stones, I'm like good, they can give me medicine to fix it. There is no medicine you can take for it, it will have to be removed, I'm like ok, let's do that. They said no, I am too pregnant now to have surgery, to add insult to injury she tells me that if they had found this a week sooner, I would've been able to get the surgery, and to add more insult to injury she tells me that I will have to stay in the hospital and have nothing to eat what so ever until the pancreatic enzymes (or whatever) went down. She didn't mention that they'd have to take blood from me every 4 hours.
For 2 months after that I was having gall stone attacks 3-4 times a week and after that it was nightly, this pain was only second to being in labor. Now for 9 months of my pregnancy I was told that I am due on April 28th, on April 26th I have another attack and I go to the hospital to see if they will induce labor so I can get this damned gall bladder removed, after all I'm just 2 days away from being term.. Umm, no I'm told, you are due on May 12th. BULL SH!T I yell at the doctor, I am due on April 28th, I have been told that through the whole of my pregnancy. He says that he can't induce now because I am not due until May 12th, he makes the mistake of telling me that they would induce if I had another attack of pancreatitis, earlier in this whole thing, they also made the mistake of telling me what causes pancreatitis, which is high fat foods. When my boyfriend (Not the father) came and picked me up I said "Tim, to King of Burgers!" That day and the next day I pigged out on everything that was really high in fat and that night I had an attack, and I hoped it was pancreatitis, it was and they admitted me to induce me. She was born April 30th.
The gall stone attacks did not stop, they happened day and night and I got no sleep at all, (The baby was a screamer, did not want to sleep unless she was being held). They finally got around to sending me an appointment to see a surgeon, I go see him and he schedules me for 2 -1/2 weeks later. I begged him to do it sooner, but he wouldn't budge.
3 days later an attack hit me that was worse than all the others put together, I was vomiting, could not stand up straight, so I had my boyfriend take me to a different hospital. The doctor there almost sent me home to await my surgery date, I puked on him and when I looked up at him he says "I'm gonna do one more test".. The test was an ultrasound, and they found 3 stones lodged in my bile duct, the doctor admits me for emergency surgery. SO instead of a simple, laproscopic surgery where I would be released the same day, I get a huge 9 inch scar across my belly and a 4 day hospital stay.
Anyways, when I was about 4 1/2 months along, I start having real pain pains that felt like a vice grip around my chest and back, it would happen mainly at night .. I thought it was gas, I chewed up gas tablets like they were candy, but I got no relief. I was at work 2 times that it happened and was taken to the hospital twice by ambulance. Now I have learned that if you are pregnant and get hurt, they don't care about what you hurt, you can go in with your arm lopped off and all they want to do is pin you down and monitor the baby, not even giving your lopped of arm a second thought. I keep insisting that these were not contractions, or fake contractions, these were too high up and I was vomiting. They would tell me that it was the braxton-hicks contractions and I would tell them that these were too high to be contractions. I hated that I had to use that hospital, but I had no choice, back when this happened, I had to get Medicaid and back then there was a very limited choice of hospitals you could use while on Medicaid.
After numerous visits I finally get a doctor who wants to look at something other than my baby and she orders some blood work. She comes back in and tells me that I have pancreatitis and she was to ultrasound my gall bladder. They found gall stones, I'm like good, they can give me medicine to fix it. There is no medicine you can take for it, it will have to be removed, I'm like ok, let's do that. They said no, I am too pregnant now to have surgery, to add insult to injury she tells me that if they had found this a week sooner, I would've been able to get the surgery, and to add more insult to injury she tells me that I will have to stay in the hospital and have nothing to eat what so ever until the pancreatic enzymes (or whatever) went down. She didn't mention that they'd have to take blood from me every 4 hours.
For 2 months after that I was having gall stone attacks 3-4 times a week and after that it was nightly, this pain was only second to being in labor. Now for 9 months of my pregnancy I was told that I am due on April 28th, on April 26th I have another attack and I go to the hospital to see if they will induce labor so I can get this damned gall bladder removed, after all I'm just 2 days away from being term.. Umm, no I'm told, you are due on May 12th. BULL SH!T I yell at the doctor, I am due on April 28th, I have been told that through the whole of my pregnancy. He says that he can't induce now because I am not due until May 12th, he makes the mistake of telling me that they would induce if I had another attack of pancreatitis, earlier in this whole thing, they also made the mistake of telling me what causes pancreatitis, which is high fat foods. When my boyfriend (Not the father) came and picked me up I said "Tim, to King of Burgers!" That day and the next day I pigged out on everything that was really high in fat and that night I had an attack, and I hoped it was pancreatitis, it was and they admitted me to induce me. She was born April 30th.
The gall stone attacks did not stop, they happened day and night and I got no sleep at all, (The baby was a screamer, did not want to sleep unless she was being held). They finally got around to sending me an appointment to see a surgeon, I go see him and he schedules me for 2 -1/2 weeks later. I begged him to do it sooner, but he wouldn't budge.
3 days later an attack hit me that was worse than all the others put together, I was vomiting, could not stand up straight, so I had my boyfriend take me to a different hospital. The doctor there almost sent me home to await my surgery date, I puked on him and when I looked up at him he says "I'm gonna do one more test".. The test was an ultrasound, and they found 3 stones lodged in my bile duct, the doctor admits me for emergency surgery. SO instead of a simple, laproscopic surgery where I would be released the same day, I get a huge 9 inch scar across my belly and a 4 day hospital stay.
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(And yes, I was a virgin at the time too).
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