Life Threw A Curve Ball
Women with PCOS (Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome) have a higher chance of miscarriage and I was classified as high risk for other factors as well. I tried not to think about it because I didn’t want to put more stress on my body nor Caleb. After our first ultrasound, we were told we were expecting one precious little baby that we nicknamed "Tater Tot!” I felt great and I was on top of the world.
Seventeen weeks into pregnancy, I woke up and decided to stay home from teaching with an awful sinus infection. Caleb was getting ready to leave the house for work and I realized I was experiencing lower back pain. I chalked it off as pregnancy pains. Caleb left for work and within an hour I was calling my OBGYN in excruciating pain. She was on vacation and told me to go to the ER immediately. By the time Caleb came home and we got to the ER, I was crying, moaning, doubled over and throwing up from the pain. We went straight to the closest ER that was five minutes from our house. Our OBGYN's hospital was a thirty minute drive and I didn't think I could make it that far. I needed relief.
The ER in Moore didn't know exactly what was going on with me. After hours of test with no clear diagnosis and the only relief in the form of morphine they sent me home with more pills. When we called my OBGYN, she was shocked and said to go directly to her hospital and the on call doctor would be waiting for me.
Shortly after arriving, an ultrasound from the on call doctor discovered I had an ovarian torsion. He told me that my ovary had twisted on itself four. Something he had never seen. I had to go in for emergency abdominal surgery, since laparoscopy wasn't an option because of the risk of puncturing my uterus and losing the baby.
Going in to the surgery, it was unclear if the doctor could save my baby, me or my ovary. We were supposed to find out the gender of the baby the following week and we had already come up with a boy name, but we hadn't quite decided on a girl name. As I was being rolled into the operating room, with tears in my eyes I had remembered Caleb suggesting the name Hope for a girl. Through the tears, I told Caleb, "If the baby is a girl, her name is Hope,"
The on call doctor and surgeons were wonderful and my OBGYN even cut her vacation short and joined them in the operation. They saved me, I lost my ovary and tube, but the most glorious blessing of all was that they saved our DAUGHTER, Hope!
