We get to the ER, get checked in, go to triage, and they get me to the back fairly quickly. They give me medication for the pain and told me they were going to do an X-Ray to make sure it wasn't pneumonia or a pulled muscle or anything. They also wanted to make sure there was nothing wrong with my kidneys and that I didn't have a stone or infection or anything.
Around 10:00 that night, the doctor comes back in to the room. "Well, Ms. Strickland, we have some things we need to talk about. Your X-Ray came back clean. There's no pulled muscle, and your kidneys looked clean. But we got a positive pregnancy test [cue freak out!] from a urine culture. If we had known this, we would've been more careful with what we had given you and your X-Ray. We are going to move you to a different room so we can do an ultrasound, take some blood and an exam to figure out how far along you are. I'll leave y'all alone for a few minutes and a nurse will be in to move y'all."
She left the room, and I cried. I mean, I was freaking out. "How did this happen [don't answer that...it was going through my mind, when I know how this happened]? What are we gonna do? How are we gonna raise this child?" Etc. I said countless times that night, "oh my gosh. Oh my gosh." Just repeating it.
Well, they did blood work and an U/S. My beta from the blood work was 297 and they didn't see anything on the U/S. But I was only 3w4d at the time.
Finding out you're pregnant at a hospital is no fun. Especially when it was a complete surprise. Not planned. At all. But I am definitely going to start updating this blog at least on a weekly basis with the weekly survey and pictures. I'll actually do a picture every Saturday, since that's when my week starts.
And please, if you read this and we're friends on facebook, please don't say anything. Thank you!
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