When it Rains...

Today I went in to my OB's office for my post natal, 6 week check up and I had planned on getting an IUD. I really don't do well with oral BC, it always makes me feel sick and I was loving some of the benefits of the IUD. We knew I had a retro-verted Uterus, but didn't know it was tilted so severely. This made the insertion incredibly painful and because my doctor couldn't make visual confirmation it was in right, she wanted me to have an ultrasound to check the placement. It became clear rather quickly, even before my ultrasound that it wasn't right and my doctor quickly got me in and we found that the IUD was no where to be seen (apparently there are long strings attached to allow for placement that get cut when it's right, so thankfully she had a way to get it out, but on the screen they noticed quite a bit of fluid. I called Ben during the ultrasound who was almost to work and told him I needed him. He got to the doctor's office as my doctor was explaining the risks of the emergency surgery they were about to do. Hysterectomy was mentioned and I lost it - to which my doctor got upset too and all but promised me she would find the bleed and fix it before that became necessary, but she wasn't sure she could promise that she wouldn't have to cut my stomach open. (initially it would be laproscopic.) And she was almost sure that a transfusion would be in the picture. She never left my side for more than a few moments, to get her coat and cancel the rest of her day and she wheeled me herself to the hospital (thank goodness the building's connect!)

Ben was with me and my amazing friend Aubrey came to get Luke while I was in surgery. Ben was told it went really well, that the blood on the ultrasound was far more than she would expect with the perforation that the IUD made while shooting out the side of my Uterus. No big incisions, no transfusion, just a few stitches to close up the hole... Praise God!

My mom is staying with us tonight to help with my sick little man (he and his Daddy got a cold) and we'll be spending Ben's work shift with Chris and Dad tomorrow - who are both working from home. I'm actually doing alright, just really, really sore. My prayer request is for a quick heal for me and that Luke doesn't get the Chicken Pox! Yes, the chicken pox. (This is part of the 'it pours') Ben's poor grandfather found out Easter evening that he has shingles, he held Luke for a little while on Easter afternoon and we're praying it wasn't enough exposure to infect him. His pediatrician's office told us it'll be 2-3 weeks before we know and there's not a thing anyone can do for him in the meantime... She doesn't know how many "pray-ers" we're blessed to know! 

I've got some cute Luke pictures I took at the request of Ben's mom who's in Mexico right now that I'll try to get up tomorrow.