So far, it has been very eventful. I found out when I was about 5 weeks...I started not feeling so great around 6 1/2 to 7 weeks. I have been exhausted, more so than any other time in my life, and for those of you that really know me, you know that is quite a statement for me to make. I have had a lot of pain in my back, I have a hard time sitting up for any extended period of time, as well as in my arms, legs and chest.
The chest pain has been the biggest problem. I have had this pain off and on for most of my life and have had many tests run only to never find anything wrong (which I am not complaining about). I don't know if it is the pregnancy, but it has been much worse the last few weeks, constant pain and rapid heartbeat with palpitations.
We all know that I am a raging hypochondriac, I went to the ER in San Antonio one Friday night and after being there for about 5 hours the little girl doctor (she looked about 16) came and told me it is all in my head and just my anxiety getting the better of me. I really really wanted to punch her in the face....I still have a lot of rage against her. Well, the following Monday I had an OB appt and he said that he did hear a heart murmur and that he was of the opinion that I have mitral valve prolapse. Now this is where the adventure starts....
He called and made me an appt with a cardiologist for that Wednesday, of course when I arrived at that appt the front staff as well as the nurse had no idea that I was coming (apparently this Dr's office is very disorganized). After a lot of scrambling to get my medical records, I had an echocardiogram done....for those of you that have never had one, it was not a fun experience. I don't think it is suppose to be painful but it was for me....extremely painful. The Dr said he saw something on there that wasn't suppose to be there....perhaps a mass. A what???? What does that mean? He said a tumor...not cancerous but will have to be removed via open heart surgery....hmmmm....not cool...at all. The only way for him to find out for sure is for me to have an MRI.
So, the MRI was scheduled for the following Tuesday. I arrived there Tuesday morning and filled out all the paperwork, shortly thereafter the tech came to get me ready to have the MRI. He said that they were going to give me the contrast dye, I asked if this was safe for pregnancy.....What???? You are pregnant??? Yeah for some reason the Dr's office failed to mention this when scheduling my appt. Long story short, I was not able to have the MRI, I have to wait until my second trimester...however I cannot have the contrast dye at all....apparently if they had given me that the baby would have been swimming around in it for the remainder of the pregnancy...probably not a good idea.
So, went back to my OB dr who then called and consulted with the cardiologist and a fetal specialist. Right now until they know for sure what is going on ( the MRI has been rescheduled for May 1st) they are most worried about blood clots. So yeah, I get to give myself an injection of blood thinner in my stomach everyday indefinately. It is not fun, it hurts like 9000.
I had an appt with the fetal specialist yesterday morning ( they were suppose to show me how to give the injections along with me consulting with the Dr to assess any high risk). My appt was at 8:45, probably one of their very first appts of the morning. I got there and the Dr was not even there (it was his day off but his partner was there) and his staff did not even really know what they were suppose to be doing with me. They knew that I was suppose to be shown the injection but they didn't know how much or how often. Also, I had not had an ultrasound at this point...which I guess is required before I start the injections. So they sent me back out to the waiting area while they figured it out. About 20 minutes later, one of the staff comes out to the waiting area and proceeds to tell me, in front of everyone else out there, that they cannot give me the injection because they "don't know if my baby is even still alive"....wth???? Why would she say that to me? I of course am very upset at this point...I asked Shawn to schedule me another appt and I went outside. About 2 minutes later he comes out and said that we had an appt to be back at 2:15. I asked him how he managed that...apparently he ripped the girl a new one in front of everybody out there.....and it was obvious because when we went back they were all very apologetic.
So, word to the wise...don't ever tell a pregnant lady in a room full of people that you "don't know if her baby is even still alive" unless you want her husband to get carazy on you.....rock on Shawnie!!!
