When I first got married I didn't want to have kids right away (at least not a honeymoon baby like I was.) But after a few months of marriage, we realized we wanted to start our family. But as most of you know, we have been married over 2 years and still no baby.
It's hard to admit there are problems. I finally got the courage to see a specialist where we did all of the fun tests. Let's be honest that was a long month. We weren't making progress on our own, so we knew going to the doctor was the next step. Even though having a baby definitely hasn't been following my time line, working with the doctors has gone smoothly and quickly. We did all of our testing in April, in May we found out the results, and in June we hopefully fixed (or will fix) those problems.
Long story short, I had a fallopian tube that was acting like a water balloon. This water balloon wasn't a very nice one because it was holding infectious water. And this water was slipping into my uterus and not allowing us to get prego.
I was scheduled for a laparoscopy, where the doctor would remove my tube. He said most of the time the tube is so damaged they can't fix it and just remove it. But I would hopefully be able to get pregnant through the other side. When he mentioned possible endometriosis and scarring on the other tube, I got really nervous. Would I end up having any tubes that work? But he wouldn't know any of these things until the surgery.
Surgery date was Wednesday. On Tuesday the hospital called saying my insurance hadn't accepted the surgery and I shouldn't come in, or I would have to pay for it. I called the doctor's office and they said they were working on it, and were just waiting for a confirmation fax. So I stop eating Tuesday night like I am supposed to. Wednesday I wake up of course nervous and a little stressed. Bob had to work and my Mom was going to pick me up at 10:30. I had to be at the hospital at 11:15. I was about to jump in the shower when the hospital calls again and says the same thing as the night before, no insurance coverage. And the lady says I'll need to reschedule my surgery. By this point I am crying, way too emotional, hungry, and nervous.I call the doctor again and they said they'll figure it out. My surgery gets postponed until 1:00 so they can get the insurance mess figured out. At 12:30 when my doctor's office called to tell me the surgery had been accepted and I could go through with the surgery, I was so grateful I was seriously so nervous, and tired of waiting.
I woke up from surgery and my body hurt so bad, all I could think was take me back in and remove it all. But after a few pain killers and being coherent for a few minutes, I was happy to hear what my mom had to say. The doctor went in to remove the tube and found a band had closed around part of it. Once he removed the band, the tube was in good enough shape that it could be saved. He said that this rarely ever happens. The band/water balloon was caused by endometriosis. It's level 2, which isn't too bad. I was really surprised when the doctor said that was the cause because I've never had symptoms. But overall we are very happy that I have 2 tubes, because going into surgery we thought for sure that one would be removed.
And now we are patiently waiting for Miracle #3. We are so grateful for how well things have gone. And know that we are being watched over and blessed.
I wouldn't have been able to get through this week without my family. My Mom drove back and forth until we had the right time for the surgery and then took care of me for the next 24 hours, while Bob worked. Bob has been awesome to make me meals and let me watch shows that I want to watch. He is constantly asking me what I need. He also woke up extra early today to pick up my bountiful basket. I've received phone calls and texts from family and that has meant a lot. It's so nice to have my sister next door, knowing I can call on her if I need anything.