unexpected events

So last Friday at the fair, amidst the drama that unfolded with my son, I ended up having severe severe cramps. Like, child-birthing level pain cramps. I'm sure that the 45 minutes of complete agony I was in didn't help my freak-out an hour and a half later when Johnny ran away from me in the crowd.

Monday night, said cramps returned but didn't go away. I was experiencing what seriously felt like labor -- rolling, waving contractions. Intense and unbearable. Other woman-issues occurred which I will not go into. After waiting for the hubby to get home (2 hours later, but not at all his fault!) and getting a little sugar into me in hopes of calming the shaking that had begun all over my body, I finally gave in to Steve's suggestion and we went up to the ER around 8:30. His mom had come to stay with Johnny for the 2 hours or so we would be gone.

2 hours quickly turned into 2 days for me. It turns out that I was in fact 9 1/2 weeks pregnant, but that it was an ectopic pregnancy. My insides were being torn apart by a baby that was too big for it's surroundings. 

I didn't even know I was pregnant. 

After an emergency 3:00am pelvic laparoscopy to extract the fetus, cut out the damage and drain my belly of the blood that had begun filling it, I found myself laying in a hospital bed feeling completely detached from reality. The following 24 hours were filled with more intense pain, despite the medication they provided, and after yet another overnight, I returned home today around 1:30pm. The doctors told me I was lucky to have caught the pregnancy just in time, as most don't make it to 9 weeks.   

Johnny has been handling all of this rather well. Obviously a 4-year-old doesn't get what is going on, and we aren't about to explain to him what all has happened, but he is dealing with mommy "being sick" about as well as I could have hoped for. He still needs constant reminding that he has to move very slowly and be extra careful around mommy, but he is trying hard to be my "big helper" for the time being. He keeps wanting to hug me and cuddle so I'll feel better, which I would love, but it isn't something that can happen yet. He did get me a doctor bear to take care of me overnight while he couldn't be near me. Cutie pie.

I'm now 1 for 3 on pregnancies. But let me tell ya -- the 1 kiddo that I did successfully bring into this world is an amazing little dude!