My story.

This past week was a rough one for me. I was seven weeks pregnant and SO excited. This one just felt different from when I mis-carried. I had all the "signs" of being pregnant. Week six I stared having a few problems but was still pregnant. I woke up Monday morning (January 16th) feeling pretty good. I had just gotten off the phone with the Dr because I had a little bleeding the night before. Not even ten min after I hung up I had this horrible pain on my right side. It was different pain from when I mis-carried. I laid on the floor while Carter sat and wondered what was going on. Greg was upstairs but he had worked that night so I really didn't want to wake him. I couldn't take the pain any longer. I asked Carter to go wake daddy up and let him know that I needed him. Carter ran upstairs and said "daddy, mommy is laying on the floor and needs your help" Greg jumps out of bed and runs down stairs. Not quite the awaking I wanted for him but Carter got the job done. We decided we better head to the ER to get checked out. They did a few tests and an ultra sound.The HCG test showed that my levels had gone up from the previous Thursday that I did the test (meaning I still had something growing). We never did see a baby or a sack. The dr thought that it was ectopic but wasn't 100% sure. He wanted to do an exploratory scope, but was pretty sure they would find the baby in my tube. Everything went good in surgery. They had to do three cuts. They found the baby in my tube and removed it. They also found Endometriosis which kind of explains all the problems that I have been having. They did remove it and sent it to be tested. And now I can get on some meds to help me get pregnant. So I guess something good did come out of this awful situation. The worst part of the whole thing was that they blow you up with like Carbon Dioxide (I think) so that they can see everything. Well they try to get it all out before they close you up but they can't get it all. My ribs hurt so bad. Your brain does this funny thing it can't distinguish the rib pain so it just makes your shoulder hurt really bad, it was the weirdest thing. It was a long week of recovery but I am finally starting to feel human again. I am so grateful for Greg. He took such good care of me. I also know that Carter looks up to him. Carter treated me so good, he was so worried about every move I made. He asked me several times through out the day if I was ok and if I needed anything. I know he watched "his daddy" take care of me. It makes me so grateful to know that Greg is such a good example to him. Going through all these pregnancy problems makes me realize how blessed we are to have Carter in our lives, he truly is a blessing and I love him so much!