This Wednesday I will have another IF procedure, something that I promised myself I would not do ever again and what is even worse it will take place in the hospital where I promised myself I would never ever return.
The very same hospital that is a few blocks from my office and that I try to evade by driving into other direction.
Yet here I am, planning to have another procedure there. It all seems like a bad joke and I had no idea the kind of feelings it would evoke.
For the last year and a half I have had tail end brown bleeding and although my hormones and charts have been great I had not had another pregnancy. This tail end brown bleeding has been coming and going and it clears up with antibiotics only to come back again several months later.
The doctors suspect damage to my uterus from the 2 back to back D&C´s I had a year and a half ago and/or an infection and want to rule out both with a diagnostic hysteroscopy. This is the only thing that seems to be preventing a pregnancy and the only unturned stone.
So far my procedure record is: 2 laps (one in Mexico and one at PPVI), two HSGs (apart from the ones in the laparoscopies), 2 D&C´s and one stay in the hospital with multiple tests waiting to eliminate the roots of the placenta of my miscarriage, plus dozens of blood tests and U/S.
Since this is supposed to be a very easy procedure I did not know why I kept putting this off (doctors had recommended it last year and again in April of this year), but today after making the appointment I felt deep waves of anxiety and had several horrible flashbacks and knew that it all had to do with what I had lived there.
I had to go to a room in the office and breath deeply in order not to start crying.
I think I have some type post traumatic stress disorder after all I lived one year and a half ago. The is no other explanation.
This is just a simple procedure, yet my feelings are extreme and are getting worse by the hour, but at the very same time I feel it will give me closure and some answers and I will regret all my life not having done it. I just wish it was not at this place.
Going again to the same hospital where I spent the very worst days of my life and having another procedure there is not something that I would even wish on my own worse enemy.
Yet I have no option, this is the only place where they can do this as an outpatient procedure with a doctor that is willing to do exactly the way that Napro is asking and there is no way that I will spend again several days in a hospital to do it under full anesthesia which is my other option in another hospital.
With this procedure they will put me under light anesthesia and in the doctors office do it with my local Napro doctor present (she is not a surgeon and does not have the equipment, but will be there to support me and also to see the procedure). I have to enter the hospital and walk all the way to this doctors office to do it.
They expect me to have some pain (there will be an additional biopsy) and also I will need a family member to be with me in case I feel ill, but all should end in a couple of hours. One to prep and another to have the procedure and recuperate. No need to rest or do anything special afterwards. It should be very simple, yet my feelings are not.
Its so ironic that it needs to be in the very place where I promised myself not to return, yet this is my 4th time there. FOURTH.
Since my first D&C there I have vowed never to go to this place again, yet time and time again I end there. I find it surreal with so many hospitals in the city I always return. Arghhhhh!
This is the hospital where I found out we had miscarried after a normal U/S, where I had 2 D&C and spent 4 days in intense pain and where I was pressured by a doctor after my D&C to do IVF telling me I was stupid in trusting Napro.
My local doctor decided to do a D&C at the very same place were we had received the news. I began to hate this place since then.
Going into the operating room and knowing there was no baby anymore must have been the very worst feeling of my life . I can still see all details of the rooms in my mind and the stairs of entrance to the hospital. My eyes flood with tears even months later.
But God had other plans and all did not end there. A few days later the intense pain and bleeding started. I had not idea what was going on, but the pain both physical and emotional was more than I could bear.
My doctor asked me to run to the hospital and I spent the next 4 days on the same floor (its a woman´s hospital very famous for its very good approach to birth so it mostly does this) with countless families receiving the amazing news of births. I could hear babies crying and families celebrating outside my door. I had contractions like giving birth for several days until my body eliminated the blood clots formed by the roots of the placenta naturally and I still fell the pain of this mixed with such an intense waves of grief.
I promised myself never ever again to return to this hospital. I made a solemn vow.
Well 3 months later I had to go again there to have a second D&C for extreme bleeding that they had mistaken for a second miscarriage. My doctor insisted it be there since he could not meet me the the other one he used. Three hospitalizations in 3 months at this hospital.
So more than a year and a half later I have to go back there to find answers. And I am in panic to see this place again. I had no idea my feelings would be so strong, but I cannot deny them.
I hate the irony of IF. One promised never ever to do something and time and time again you end up doing it in the intese quest for a baby. I absolutely hate IF.
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