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I was wheeled through in to a tiny little room full of drugs and chemical concoctions, some of which were going to help save my life. I cannot remember the anaesthetists name, but she was a very young, pretty looking girl. She held my hand as I went under and told me to think of a place where I would like to be right now where I felt safe and calm. Oddly enough I thought of Brazil, not Sam and the kids, where I had spent 6 months with living with Shamans in 2004 before I’d had Inky, right by the beach with virgin rainforest directly behind us. Then I remembered that I’d had a dream the previous week that I was finally going to visit Brazil after 12 years of missing this vibrant, beautiful, yet in areas devastated by deforestation country, in a tiny business plane. In the dream I’d forgotten something and had to get off the plane whilst it was flying and the pilot said I’d be able to get back on (even though the plane was still airborne?!?)… Brian woke me before the dream finished.

The next thing I knew I was in recovery. My eyes had trouble focusing at first. Eventually I spotted a clock on the wall and fixed my eyes on that. Only thing was I could see about 4 of them. Not like double vision, quadruple vision. as i couldn’t read the time I have no idea how long it was until I thought, ahh, it’s 130. So 1330. About 3 hours or slightly more/less since I’d been knocked out. I stayed focused on the clock, breathing fresh oxygen through my mask. My body wanted to go back to sleep, but all I could think was OMG IM ALIVE. MUST STAY AWAKE. MUST NOT GO TO SLEEP. WANT TO SEE SAM AND BRIAN AND INKY. WANT MY MUM. I WANT TO GO HOME. I don’t know how long I lay there, a nurse at my side, talking to her. Oral morphine at some point. Then my Mum was allowed in. ‘MUUUUM!!!!’ I introduced, or tried to introduce her to my nurse. Until about 15:00 I kept forgetting her name, although it was SAM!!! And each time, my Mum told me, I would say ‘but how can I forget that name when my partner is called Sam.’ Hehe. Pretty funny. Another thing, Mum made me aware that I was having a blood transfusion through a drip… something I felt icky about, other peoples blood, but in an emergency… Sam told us it was my own blood they had salvaged, cleaned up and were putting back in. WOW 🙂 Mum left for a bit, and I lay there till 16:30 chatting with lovely Sam. I actually felt like I’d made a new friend. Maybe everyone is, or appears, that kind and angelic though when you’ve woken with an euphoric feeling of gratitude, marvelling gratefulness at still being alive and allowed home at some point and to be reunited with my sweet family. I wondered if I’d ever see her again.
So, at 16:30 a male nurse called SAMMY wheels me back to my ward. My Mum comes to say hi for a bit and make sure I’m OK. Then leaves. I have called Sam already and he arranged for my Dad to have Brian. Actually, my Dad was going to have Brian anyways so I could go to the baby shower with just my big girly Inky and also give Dad’s girlfriend, Kate, a lift over. Nonetheless, Sam arrived around 6pm with fish and chips (he’d told me this is what him and Brian ate and I got a real craving for it). Up until this point I had drunk about 10 glasses of ice cold water (I was parched!) and not eaten yet. Saying that, I did get some hospital soup, potato and chive, which was cooling on my little hospital table when Sam arrived. I tried to eat some fish and chips, which was only luke warm by the time it was delivered, but it hurt my throat to swallow. I guess where I’d had a pipe down my throat when I was unconscious. Also I’d been on my phone a helluva lot talking to a good friend of mine, telling her what had happened, texting friends/family etc. I was buzzing with joy the whole time. I felt pure love and gratitude for the hospital staff (or life saving angels, I thought of them now, for they had saved my life), who had so changed my opinion of this hospital I could only ever associate with bad memories and the deep scars left by it. And now… I felt like something I didn’t realise needed healing had been healed. I thought if ever I need to take either of the kids to A&E/hospital for anything (god forbid), I would be OK with it now and not associate hopsitals (especially Worthing) as a place of sorrow. So, as I was saying, the fish and chips were a bit of a let-down, but I have to say – and even the hospital staff said no one had ever said this – the soup was perfect. Slightly salty, creamy and easy to swallow. I asked for more…

Sam stayed until around 20:30pm. At 9 my last blood test was done (I’d had one immediately upon waking in recovery – the results were already better than when I’d come in in the morning) and then the night staff came on. From here on I didn’t enjoy my stay as much. Where I’d drunk so much water, I was going for regular pee’s. I done 3 with help, the last 2 I walked myself to the loo, passing the desk of nurses. My blood results were meant to be back by 21:45. Every time I passed the desk I asked for my results after 21:45. They tried to coax me in to staying the night saying I needed rest and sleep. I couldn’t. The lady opposite me was off her face on drugs and kept on asking for more, on top of that surrounded by moaning groaning people, whistling nurses who feigned cheerfulness but got snappy when asked a question… and then hearing A&E staff who came up to the ward saying they would have to start wheeling patients up here because they were full down there, and also that they were short 2 beds… then a couple patients arriving from A&E. How was I meant to rest, plus I had my heart set on going to my Dads.My Mum and Inky were waiting to come and pick me up. At 23:30 I’d had enough of waiting. I went to the desk and said that I would be discharging myself if they didn’t get my results in the next 10 minutes. I had them in my hand in 2. All good 🙂 I messaged my Mum to come and get me. Yippeeee!!! I now had to get dressed alone. The staff were pretty unhelpful. T’was slightly laboursome but I managed and didn’t even get escorted out by anyone. Walked myself down 2 flights of stairs and several long corridors to the great outdoors. INNNNNKYYYY!!! My big girly. So happy to see each other, holding hands the whole way to my dads. I would have stayed at Mums, but I was worried her/our gorgeous dalmation would jump on me, hurting my fresh scars. I was glad I had seen Inky too as I had been worried about how she was feeling. She was going back to my mums to stay as there wasn’t enough space at Dad’s for all of us. My Mum would drop her to my Dads in the morning.




Once upstairs I met the Dr in charge of me, a lovely lady called Petra. She unsuccessfully tried putting a canula in me twice. I needed an IV drip to top up my missing fluids apparently. Whilst I was being man-handled, I called my Mum. She was meant to be working, but instantly took the day off when I said i needed her. I tried to be strong and say that I would be fine by myself and that she should work, but she’s my Mum. She KNEW I needed her. My, how have times changed regarding mobile phone use in hospitals since I last was in this hospital, Worthing, 15 years ago, where my first-born Joel had died due to several serious errors on the part of the midwife I had. The labour ended in an emergency c-section under general anesthetic. When I awoke the emergency team who had to be assembled to try to rescue our baby, were crying around me and I knew that our baby was dead. Read about that HERE. I had had my 2nd child Inky at a different hospital by planned c-section though I desperately wanted nothing to do with hospitals ever again and wanted her at home, and my son at home naturally…. quick time to reflect whilst waiting to meet the lady i thought would be giving me just a second opinion, hopefully followed by the wonder drug I’d been told about rather than surgery… but it was actually my surgeon, an Indian (I think) lady Dr, called Dr Buddha… I asked them 5 times at least if that was actually her name, said I loved Buddhism and that I knew I was in safe hands now… until she said they’d have to put a camera through my belly button to check which tube was afflicted.
‘You’re not doing THAT to ME,’ I said

‘What do you suggest we do then?’ said Dr Buddha in an Indian accent.

‘I don’t know, but not THAT.’

‘You’ll be asleep and won’t know about it.’

‘Asleep?!?’ I thought about it for 10 seconds and a great calm and acceptance came over me.

‘Fine, do it then.’ I said realising I didn’t really have a choice and this was the only way for me to get better.

‘ Also, we need to see which fallopian tube has the ectopic pregnancy as they couldn’t tell on the scan as you are so early in pregnancy. Then we can treat this at the same time ‘ said Dr Buddha.

‘ Can I go home after? I need to be with my children and Sam’.

‘Yes, we treat this as day surgery now. And as its early morning we will take bloods at 9pm and if they are ok you can go home.’ PHEW. What a relief to hear that.

Ahhh, so they had known downstairs, they had just wanted to keep me calm. My Mum arrived around this point and I went from calm acceptance to literally breaking down. I was sobbing and squeezing the life out of her hands. Until I saw her I didn’t realise how much I really needed my Mum there. I Didn’t realise how much I’d been holding it together after my first little cry straight after the scan when I had called Sam, my Mum and his Mum. I suddenly felt relieved yet scared stiff. My worry was not waking up from the general anesthetic and never seeing my 2 beautiful children again, or my Sam. I worried that I hadn’t written down some kind of will, nor had life insurance. (Almost 4 weeks later – have I sorted this – NO!! It IS on my to-do-list 😉 ) Then I calmed down. I think it helped that my Mum asked if she should slap me to snap me out of my hysteria, haha. (Not that she would have… or would she…??) So I was told that I was going in to theatre in 10 minutes. I begged them to wait until Sam and Brian got there as I so desperately wanted to see the two of them. As I mentioned before, I also desperately wanted to see my big girl Inky. But I didn’t want her to see me like THIS. Then that fear again that I would not see her again… or Brian….or Sam… also what would my sister think of me not turning up to the baby shower. silly thought. On the flip side of wanting to see Inky, I was glad she was having a day with Uncle Stevie and would be distracted by all the going-ons of the day. Eventually they could wait no longer (it was Saturday and apparently there were people queued up for surgery with just 1 operating theatre) for Sam and I was wheeled away on the bed to theatre. Just as they opened the theatre doors to push me through, I looked to my right and saw 2 of the loves of my life walking toward me. I didn’t mean to but I called ‘Sam’. Brian heard me and called ‘Mummy’ and started running toward me. The reason I said I hadn’t meant to is because I was worried he would start crying if he wasn’t allowed to stay with me. But he was so happy to see me. The nurses or Drs who were wheeling me to theatre stopped and Sam lifted Brian up on to the bed next to me and he gave me a big cuddle and kiss. I felt so happy yet part of me thought ‘is this a sign that I won’t wake up from surgery and that I’ll never see my 2 men again?’… needless to say this was just an unfounded worry (note to self, don’t look for/imagine signs in EVERYTHING.




I call the surgery in the morning. No appt til 1540, and it wouldn’t be my regular GP. She’s not in on a Friday (how would I know that, I’m never ill. Nor are the kids.) I tell the receptionist what I suspect is the matter with me. She tells me to go to A&E if that’s what I think. Sam took the day day of to look after kids and I drove myself to hospital. Wishing that Sam could’ve come but grateful he is with the kids. As I have diarrhea, I’m quarantined in to a room by myself and get to sit on a comfy bed with the back up and get my book out. Good distraction tactic and a way to pass the time. 2 nurses and 1 pregnancy test later I’m told ‘congratulations, you’re pregnant.’ ‘Thanks’, I say with a slight hint of sarcasm, ‘but I’m in pain or I wouldn’t be here. I think I have an ectopic pregnancy. I need to see a Dr.’ ‘You’ll be fine says the nurse….

Dr eventually comes to see me, after a short exchange of words he starts prodding my belly and asking where the pain is. i respond accordingly, to which he said he was no expert but because I look so healthy he doubted it was an ectopic and to come back on MONDAY AFTERNOON for scan. Well I could’ve been dead by then if I hadn’t told him I wanted one sooner! I told him I’m a mum, I’ve given birth. I can handle pain, I have a very high pain threshold and I may look well, but please check my records. There is virtually no history on me because I’m never ill. I wouldn’t be here unless I felt extremely concerned . I wanted to add that just because I wasn’t crawling my way along the hospital floor, blood dripping from some gaping wound didn’t mean I was well. But I thought it best not to. Anyway, the Dr leaves me be for half hour, in which time I carry on reading, and says to come back in the morning for an 850am scan. I was fairly happy with this and drove home. It was actually hard turning the steering wheel at this point. Really hurt my tummy. As the day went on, pain was now and again present in the right side of my neck and a little in my right shoulder, especially when smiling or laughing.

Strangely I felt a lot better in the morning – I decided I would still go for the scan and check our new baby OK. Perhaps it was just one helluva start to this pregnancy. Sam had Brian and Inky had stayed at my Mums the night before. I was thinking that after the scan I could go food shopping ALONE, and then go look for a gift for my sisters baby shower I was meant to be going to that same afternoon. Part of me thought why even bother going now I feel better…. my fallopian tube/embryo must’ve burst over night, taking off the pressure, leading to internal bleeding and less pain??

I had to have an internal scan as I was only around 6 weeks pregnant and a regular scan wasn’t showing much. I had the top scan lady look at me, she said that she could see a lot of liquid around the uterus and one of the tubes, as well as a soft collapsed tissue mass. After the scan I had to go back in to the waiting room. I was told that because it was so early in the pregnancy they couldn’t tell what tube was effected so I would be going up to the surgery ward for further investigation, and not to worry I wasn’t going for surgery, just a second opinion. As i sat there by myself waiting, just one other lady in the waiting room tears started pouring down my face and I called Sam, my Mum, Sam’s Mum. I had taken the car with Brian’s car seat and wanted Sam and Brian there NOW. I didn’t want to worry Inky as she was obviously a lot more clued up at age 10 and I didn’t want her worrying. She ended up staying with my brother Steven for most of the day, he took her shopping for a baby shower gift as she would be going without me, good for her to be distracted and not worried about old mummy here. She ended up with a whole new outfit too 🙂 I asked Sam’s Mum to bring Sam and Brian over to see me, sobbing uncontrollably. I was deadly afraid of what was facing me, not knowing what was really happening and kind of calmed by the words of the scan lady saying I would need a second opinion, but also that it was possible to progress an ectopic with medicine nowadays (if the tube hadn’t actually ruptured!)

The other nurse who had also been present at the scan wheeled me upstairs in a wheelchair, saying I wasn’t allowed to walk as I had lost so much fluid. She was surprised I hadn’t collapsed yet and it was too risky for me to walk. I laughed at this, good to maintain a small amount of humour in such a situation and said I was perfectly capable of walking… but I seriously wasn’t allowed.