Hospital

I found out I am pregnant last Tuesday after I finally decided to take a pregnancy test when I realised that I was already late for my menstrual cyle for more than a week. I had this feeling I am pregnant because I was never late like this before. But, Zety wouldn’t believe me until I took the test. So, on the first day of the second term holiday I finally took it. It came positive. Mum was the first to know because my husband was in the shower. I had to wait for him to get out of the bathroom to tell him the news. He was thrilled I guess as he hugged me and asked me to take care of my health.

However, a bad news came along with the good news. I had been bleeding since last sunday, not severe though. And my friends are mostly experienced mothers and preggers and they told me not to worry as that was common. So I went to the clinic yesterday morning to have a check up and to get a gynae appointment, since I am definitely pregnant. So Nash told me the procedure to get one at the clinic, so instead of being refered to the gynae section in the same building, I was asked to go to Ward 12 at RIPAS Hospital for further check up. And the doctor at the clinic warned me that I might be admitted.

So I went with my husband, after I told him the results. He insisted to come along with me. (He is so caring that’s why I married him and that’s why I love him) So when I was in the ward, they checked me, they gave me an ultrasound and then they took three small tubes for blood test. We had to wait for hours but we decided to leave and come back if they needed me to be admitted.

I was hoping that when I got the call from the clinic before 8 pm last night they told me everything was okay. Instead I was asked to ‘check in’. So my husband again sent me to the hospital. It was at this time we both were told about the surgery that I had to have if the suspected problem was confirmed after the results from the ultrasound and the blood test came out. The doctor suspected I was having an ectopic pregnancy so she wanted to wait for Gynae specialists to decide on what to do next in the morning.

When I woke up around 7 this morning (well I couldn’t sleep actually because of all the noises and sounds coming from patients, nurses, and the equipment) I went to brush my teeth and face. Then when I was back at my bed, the doctor who had been attending me came to me and repeated the procedure that I had to go through again today. She asked me if I had taken any food or liquid. I didn’t. The last time I drank was at night before I left home for RIPAS and my husband asked me to down the Zam Zam water. The doctor said that was perfect and continued to order me to not take anything until I had the next ultrasound, which would be done in the Gynae Clinic downstairs. I had to oblige and comply.

Around 8 am I saw a bunch of expatriate female Gynae specialists crowding one bed to another at my section and I was the last to be reviewed. They all stood around my bed and there I was laying down staring at each face watching them talking and discussing the problem without even looking at me as if I was invisible in their eyes. After looking at my file, one of them (and I assume she is the head, if not a senior specialist, judging from her authoritative command) ordered the others to give me another ultrasound but to be done at the Gynae clinic, and not the one available in the ward, to get a clear picture of my situation. Then when they all left my bed, the nurse who was with them then explained what was wrong with my pregnancy. She informed me that my blood test showed that I was pregnant but the ultrasound couldn’t detect where it was and cyst was also detected. I was told I might be operated and I might loose a tube if it was really an ectopic pregnancy.

My doctor aunt called me up and explained to me about the necessary procedure if it was really ectopic pregnancy. My doctor cousin came to visit me after her post-call and asked me about my condition and she explained to me also everything about the pregnancy. Then my husband arrived and we talked some more. Then around 10 ish I saw a nurse put a tray on the small desk in front of my bed and I did not like the view of it. She was going to poke me and put insulin water since I hadn’t eaten at all. It was necessary since she didn’t know what time I was going to be sent downstairs for the ultrasound. I asked her if I needed to change my clothes so she gave me the uniform for patients and I changed in the restroom. Then I saw the nurse was ready with a wheelchair near my bed and she said the technicians were ready for me. I asked her if I still need the insulin intake, she said it was not necessary anymore (alhamdulillah – frankly speaking I had the experience one and it was not a good one and I would rather not having it again anymore in my life!)

So I was wheeled to the ultrasound room in the Gynae Clinic and I had to wait for a few minutes while waiting for the specialists’ presence. I felt like a criminal waiting for my trial and the verdict from the juries and the judge. When they arrived I was asked to enter the room. It was dark inside with just some dim light and I saw a young lady was behind the machine. She welcomed me with a warm smile and the nurse who was accompanying me asked me to lie down on the stretcher. A big pillow was put under my belly and the head specialist ordered the ultrasound to be done at that moment. I could see the long protuding stick, similar to the one in the ward which was used to check me earlier. I started to recite some prayers, hoping everything would be alright. Once the device was inserted I could feel a stinging pain for a while, but the specialists burst with happy remarks ‘There it is! Perfect! Thank you Suzan’ and they patted her on the back and I was still dumbfounded and looked at the nurse, who was standing next to me smiling happily. No one said anything to me yet until I overheard the head specialist said ‘The patient will be happy about this’. I looked at the nurse again and she finally said to me the sac was in my womb, and it was not ectopic pregnancy. Alhamdulilah, I praised Allah. But they found a cyst on the right side of my wall or tube (I didn’t get this part quite well) but it was just a small one. The specialist later informed me that they wouldn’t do anything to it at the moment because the fetus might need all the nutrients from the cyst.

So alhamdulillah…

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