I had both of my surgeries on Wednesday, May 25. I was told everything went well. I was sent home around 5:00 Wednesday evening. Later that night Tim helped me to the restroom and I began fainting. I had incredible cramps. They took my breath away. I lost my hearing, began sweating like crazy, and barely made it to the couch. The next morning we woke up, got the girls ready for school, and headed out the door. I had several doctor appointments on Thursday morning. While we were at Dr. Ansari’s office I fainted again. They took my blood pressure and it was 80-over-something. The lowest the top number has ever been for me is 120. So something was up. Dr. Ansari told me to go to the ER right away, which we did. We arrived around 11:00 and got right into a room and they started a number of tests on me. An EKG, CT scan, x-ray, blood work and a urine sample. The films showed that I had a rather large mass still in my uterus as well as bleeding outside of it. I kept having sharp, sharp pains as well as low blood pressure, in the 80s and 90s. And my hemoglobin was down to 10-something.
By Thursday night my hemoglobin was down to 9-something. It should be between 12 and 15. I had several doctors come in and talk with me in the ER. Both of the obstetricians were—their word—perplexed by what was going on and whether that blood clot in the middle of my uterus was causing all the pain and low blood pressure. They decided to go back in and operate and get it out as well as go in through my stomach and do a laparoscopic surgery to see where all of the blood was coming from. They were able to take me back to the operating room and start the surgeries within 30 minutes. Apparently while I was being wheeled away into the operating room I kept going on and on about the hospital’s chicken salad sandwiches. And how I couldn’t wait to eat one. Food is very important to me—especially when I’ve spent so much time fasting this week.
While the doctors operated on me they found a blood clot measuring 8 cm inside my uterus that was measuring 10 cm. Ouch. They did get the blood suctioned out, and could not find any active bleeding. So the low blood pressure and hemoglobin levels are still a bit of a mystery. They admitted me to the hospital and watched my vitals every hour to make sure I was okay.
I woke up Friday morning fully expecting to go home bright and early. That did not happen. My doctor came to check on me and they took another blood sample. I ate my breakfast and expected to be discharged from the hospital. As the morning went on I kept getting more and more dizzy and my blood pressure was still very low. Finally, my hemoglobin number came back at an 8.7. It was still going down. I kept becoming very dizzy and seeing spots. Around 2:00 on Thursday afternoon they decided to give me a blood transfusion. This I did not like. It took about 2.5 hours and it grossed me out. Half way through they had to stop because my fingers and arm were swelling up so bad. I had to get a new IV, which I hated. After my transfusion my hemoglobin started to rise. It’s now at 9.8. I’m still very dizzy and seeing spots, so they are keeping me overnight again tonight.
So, so crazy. It’s Saturday morning and we’ve spent three days here with no real answers. Please pray we can get kicked out of here sometime this morning.