The Saga Continues
So Friday evening, I was feeling hopeful that the cream would help and that many soaks would help the swelling and pain go down. No such luck. In fact, it got worse. Much worse. By night time, the pain I was experiencing was pretty much a 9 on a scale of 1-10. I tried to sleep, and about 30 minutes later I woke up from the pain. I simply couldn't take it anymore and I called my mom and asked her to take me to the emergency room.
We got there, and this "all business" rude nurse told me to wait. Once she found out I was pregnant, she told me the Labor and Delivery nurse would come get me. I was glad because she was rude and I had a feeling they wouldn't know what to do with me, anyway. We wait about 5 minutes and then this lady comes to get me. She wheels me up to Labor and Delivery in a wheelchair and I get hella nauseous because I have a serious motion sickness problem and because I was already a little queasy from the pain.
They get me in a Labor and Delivery hospital room and hook me up to all these machines to monitor the baby. His heartbeat is very strong and he sounds great but man, he did NOT like those monitor straps invading his space. He repeatedly kicked at them, it was quite comical. Anyway, after about 30 minutes of questioning me, the OB doctor on call comes in. I explain my situation and that I'm in serious pain and he takes a look, and says, "I don't see ANYTHING." WHAT?! I'm a 9 in pain and nothing is visible? It's so hard to believe! I explained further in detail on what the doctor on Friday said, and he basically says, "I'm sorry, I don't know what to tell you. We can't treat what we don't see." Thanks, you've been great. It was beyond frustrating. I asked for something for the pain to get me through the weekend and he prescribed me Tylenol 3 with Codeine to help me sleep.
I was not impressed with the Labor and Delivery department at the Lewisville Hospital. I've heard great things about Lewisville's Labor and Delivery wing, but honestly, I thought they were rude. All 4 of the nurses that I had contact with were rude, with the exception of one. The doctor was "nice" but I wasn't impressed with his effort, or lack thereof, in trying to help me. I also wasn't impressed that they wheeled me up there, but that I had to walk out, when I was clearly having trouble walking. I used to be very torn about the decision on where to have my baby, but now it's pretty clear that I made the right choice in choosing Presby Dallas.
Anyway, I leave the hospital about 4am and mom and I want to get the pain meds prescription filled so I can take it as soon as I get off work. So we got to CVS about 4:30am and drop it off. I'm starving by this point because I've been up all night so we went to Whataburger and I got some pancakes. By this time, I'm pretty cranky because I had no sleep, was hurting, spent a ton of money for nothing, and no one could tell me what it is, what caused it, and if it can be treated. Frustrating!!!!!!
About 5:30am, we pick up the prescription and mom takes me home. I take a quick bath, change and head up to work as we our last work day is a Saturday for 6 hours. I had stuff I had to get done, and I wanted to finish it so my room could be ready for my sub in August and it could be summer and I can sleep, take pain meds, and do nothing.
It's a miracle I made it through that work day but I actually did well. My friend Christina came up and helped me with my classroom and my friend Charlotte helped me carry stuff to my car when I needed to. It was pretty nice being distracted for a little while. I was in pain the whole day and very slow moving, but I somehow managed to get everything done, finish my classroom and have everything ready for my sub in August. I left knowing that I wouldn't have to be back until October and that was AWESOME.
I came home, slept an hour, then was back up. I went to mom's and we went to dinner. I was pretty much still in pain and couldn't tell a huge difference from the pain meds.
That night, I found a more comfortable sleeping position and was finally able to get some sleep. I slept 14 hours and felt refreshed and a little better the next morning. That was until....I looked down and noticed blood. And not a tiny bit, either. It freaked me out. I got up and walked around and noticed that I felt SIGNIFICANTLY better and could walk a lot easier. This led me to believe that the veins had burst. Right before I went to bed the night before, I got a really good look at it and they looked like bulging veins. I could feel them pulsing and I guess the pressure just made them burst. Once the blood released, I felt some pain relief! Once I saw the blood, I wasn't sure what to do. My mom came over immediately and we talked about it. I didn't believe it's a coincidence that the blood came once I was feeling better, so I did truly believe it was from them bursting. Also, I felt that if we were to go to the hospital right then, they'd do the same thing and say they don't see anything, completely wasting my time and money. Because I felt no abdominal pain and was convinced it was blood from the vulva, I stayed home and monitored the bleeding.
The bleeding stopped around 10am this morning. I am still sore, at about a 3 now, but still feeling better compared to the awful pain from before. I noticed that another one starting bursting tonight and the bleeding started up again about 9pm. I called the emergency line for my OB's office to discuss the bleeding and the doctor on call said to just come in tomorrow and one of them can take a look. He didn't think they were varicose veins because he said they don't bleed. He says they are Angieomas. I don't think they are and here's why. I looked it up...they look completely different than what I have. Also, he says they aren't painful and these are EXCRUCIATING. He says we will just have to take a look, but he thinks they are Angieomas. No way, Jose. Don't believe that! So here's what I've faced:
Doctor #1: I think it's a vulvar varicose vein.
Doctor #2: I don't think it's ANYTHING.
Doctor #3: I think it's an Angieoma.
Awesome. So no one knows. And I must be a medical mystery.
I am going to call in the morning and see if I can get in with my beloved Hampton Richards, MY doctor. He listens to me and will want to genuinely help me get better. I'm going to start from the beginning and tell him everything I've been through in the past week and hopefully we can make a plan to get me healed.
Man, this experience has just been AWFUL! The only thing that is making it okay is that while I'm in pain and miserable, baby boy seems to be just fine kicking away as we speak. It could always be worse...
Trying to stay positive, failing miserably, but am somehow truckin' along...
We got there, and this "all business" rude nurse told me to wait. Once she found out I was pregnant, she told me the Labor and Delivery nurse would come get me. I was glad because she was rude and I had a feeling they wouldn't know what to do with me, anyway. We wait about 5 minutes and then this lady comes to get me. She wheels me up to Labor and Delivery in a wheelchair and I get hella nauseous because I have a serious motion sickness problem and because I was already a little queasy from the pain.
They get me in a Labor and Delivery hospital room and hook me up to all these machines to monitor the baby. His heartbeat is very strong and he sounds great but man, he did NOT like those monitor straps invading his space. He repeatedly kicked at them, it was quite comical. Anyway, after about 30 minutes of questioning me, the OB doctor on call comes in. I explain my situation and that I'm in serious pain and he takes a look, and says, "I don't see ANYTHING." WHAT?! I'm a 9 in pain and nothing is visible? It's so hard to believe! I explained further in detail on what the doctor on Friday said, and he basically says, "I'm sorry, I don't know what to tell you. We can't treat what we don't see." Thanks, you've been great. It was beyond frustrating. I asked for something for the pain to get me through the weekend and he prescribed me Tylenol 3 with Codeine to help me sleep.
I was not impressed with the Labor and Delivery department at the Lewisville Hospital. I've heard great things about Lewisville's Labor and Delivery wing, but honestly, I thought they were rude. All 4 of the nurses that I had contact with were rude, with the exception of one. The doctor was "nice" but I wasn't impressed with his effort, or lack thereof, in trying to help me. I also wasn't impressed that they wheeled me up there, but that I had to walk out, when I was clearly having trouble walking. I used to be very torn about the decision on where to have my baby, but now it's pretty clear that I made the right choice in choosing Presby Dallas.
Anyway, I leave the hospital about 4am and mom and I want to get the pain meds prescription filled so I can take it as soon as I get off work. So we got to CVS about 4:30am and drop it off. I'm starving by this point because I've been up all night so we went to Whataburger and I got some pancakes. By this time, I'm pretty cranky because I had no sleep, was hurting, spent a ton of money for nothing, and no one could tell me what it is, what caused it, and if it can be treated. Frustrating!!!!!!
About 5:30am, we pick up the prescription and mom takes me home. I take a quick bath, change and head up to work as we our last work day is a Saturday for 6 hours. I had stuff I had to get done, and I wanted to finish it so my room could be ready for my sub in August and it could be summer and I can sleep, take pain meds, and do nothing.
It's a miracle I made it through that work day but I actually did well. My friend Christina came up and helped me with my classroom and my friend Charlotte helped me carry stuff to my car when I needed to. It was pretty nice being distracted for a little while. I was in pain the whole day and very slow moving, but I somehow managed to get everything done, finish my classroom and have everything ready for my sub in August. I left knowing that I wouldn't have to be back until October and that was AWESOME.
I came home, slept an hour, then was back up. I went to mom's and we went to dinner. I was pretty much still in pain and couldn't tell a huge difference from the pain meds.
That night, I found a more comfortable sleeping position and was finally able to get some sleep. I slept 14 hours and felt refreshed and a little better the next morning. That was until....I looked down and noticed blood. And not a tiny bit, either. It freaked me out. I got up and walked around and noticed that I felt SIGNIFICANTLY better and could walk a lot easier. This led me to believe that the veins had burst. Right before I went to bed the night before, I got a really good look at it and they looked like bulging veins. I could feel them pulsing and I guess the pressure just made them burst. Once the blood released, I felt some pain relief! Once I saw the blood, I wasn't sure what to do. My mom came over immediately and we talked about it. I didn't believe it's a coincidence that the blood came once I was feeling better, so I did truly believe it was from them bursting. Also, I felt that if we were to go to the hospital right then, they'd do the same thing and say they don't see anything, completely wasting my time and money. Because I felt no abdominal pain and was convinced it was blood from the vulva, I stayed home and monitored the bleeding.
The bleeding stopped around 10am this morning. I am still sore, at about a 3 now, but still feeling better compared to the awful pain from before. I noticed that another one starting bursting tonight and the bleeding started up again about 9pm. I called the emergency line for my OB's office to discuss the bleeding and the doctor on call said to just come in tomorrow and one of them can take a look. He didn't think they were varicose veins because he said they don't bleed. He says they are Angieomas. I don't think they are and here's why. I looked it up...they look completely different than what I have. Also, he says they aren't painful and these are EXCRUCIATING. He says we will just have to take a look, but he thinks they are Angieomas. No way, Jose. Don't believe that! So here's what I've faced:
Doctor #1: I think it's a vulvar varicose vein.
Doctor #2: I don't think it's ANYTHING.
Doctor #3: I think it's an Angieoma.
Awesome. So no one knows. And I must be a medical mystery.
I am going to call in the morning and see if I can get in with my beloved Hampton Richards, MY doctor. He listens to me and will want to genuinely help me get better. I'm going to start from the beginning and tell him everything I've been through in the past week and hopefully we can make a plan to get me healed.
Man, this experience has just been AWFUL! The only thing that is making it okay is that while I'm in pain and miserable, baby boy seems to be just fine kicking away as we speak. It could always be worse...
Trying to stay positive, failing miserably, but am somehow truckin' along...
I'm glad you are experiencing *some* relief. :-( Hopefully your regular doctor can get to the bottom of whatever is causing you pain. It sounds miserable!
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