Hey, I thought I would start out by posting my story.
May 5, 2004
I am in the hositpal for a simple little thing like giving birth to twins. Millions have done it and by the time I was ready to push I was ready to see the boys. Zach was first, (his head was sitting on my cervice for so many months that the water wouldn't gush. The doc had to push up his head to allow the water to flow.) Then Dylan came out 17 minutes later. I only saw him for a moment before they took him out to clean him up. But the nurse told me they were both fine and big. Zach was 7 pounds 6 oz. Dylan was 6 pd. 10 oz.
The problems came then. My uterus wouldn't contract and I was bleeding out alot. They had given me some shot twice to stop the bleeding but it didn't help. I was throwing up some and they made my husband of 8 months leave to "be with the boys." Then they decide to do some other procedure on me to clot the blood coming into my uterus. But that still didn't work. I remember holding this nurses hand, freezing cold and wanting to hold baby Dylan.
They took me to survery to try and fold my uterus to get it to stop bleeding. The doctor is explaining this to me as nurses and doctors and talking and moving around and wouldn't stop making noise. The drug doctor finally told them to be quiet as my voice lost in the crowd. He was about to put me out. The main doctor was telling me that if folding my uterus didn't work they would have to take it. I started crying and the last thing I remember him saying is "If I have to take your uterus It will be to save your life."
I woke up in ICU with more tubes and monitors and machines hooked up to me then we could count. I don't know how long it was or where the boys were. The first person I saw was my husband who looked like he came through a war. Two of my sisters were there, one more was coming the next day for NC. My mom, his parents and my brother in law were there. My mom wouldn't come into the room to see me. I couldn't talk with the tube down my throat. I was spelling things out to my husband. (I love you, Happy birthday to my sister. (yes I had my boys on my sisters birthday.)) My Husband was the one who told me they had to take my uterus, I began to cry again.
I don't remember holding the Dylan for the first time. I missed the first feedings, the first diapers, the first holds, the first kisses. I did see them in the ICU. My regular doctor insisted they leave the nursery and come see mommy in ICU. They were the most sweetest and precious things around.
They went home on friday healthy and happy. But they left mommy in the hospital, adandoned me there, and went home with daddy and Aunt Shay. I went home on Sunday morning, May 9 Mothers Day 2004.
May 5, 2004
I am in the hositpal for a simple little thing like giving birth to twins. Millions have done it and by the time I was ready to push I was ready to see the boys. Zach was first, (his head was sitting on my cervice for so many months that the water wouldn't gush. The doc had to push up his head to allow the water to flow.) Then Dylan came out 17 minutes later. I only saw him for a moment before they took him out to clean him up. But the nurse told me they were both fine and big. Zach was 7 pounds 6 oz. Dylan was 6 pd. 10 oz.
The problems came then. My uterus wouldn't contract and I was bleeding out alot. They had given me some shot twice to stop the bleeding but it didn't help. I was throwing up some and they made my husband of 8 months leave to "be with the boys." Then they decide to do some other procedure on me to clot the blood coming into my uterus. But that still didn't work. I remember holding this nurses hand, freezing cold and wanting to hold baby Dylan.
They took me to survery to try and fold my uterus to get it to stop bleeding. The doctor is explaining this to me as nurses and doctors and talking and moving around and wouldn't stop making noise. The drug doctor finally told them to be quiet as my voice lost in the crowd. He was about to put me out. The main doctor was telling me that if folding my uterus didn't work they would have to take it. I started crying and the last thing I remember him saying is "If I have to take your uterus It will be to save your life."
I woke up in ICU with more tubes and monitors and machines hooked up to me then we could count. I don't know how long it was or where the boys were. The first person I saw was my husband who looked like he came through a war. Two of my sisters were there, one more was coming the next day for NC. My mom, his parents and my brother in law were there. My mom wouldn't come into the room to see me. I couldn't talk with the tube down my throat. I was spelling things out to my husband. (I love you, Happy birthday to my sister. (yes I had my boys on my sisters birthday.)) My Husband was the one who told me they had to take my uterus, I began to cry again.
I don't remember holding the Dylan for the first time. I missed the first feedings, the first diapers, the first holds, the first kisses. I did see them in the ICU. My regular doctor insisted they leave the nursery and come see mommy in ICU. They were the most sweetest and precious things around.
They went home on friday healthy and happy. But they left mommy in the hospital, adandoned me there, and went home with daddy and Aunt Shay. I went home on Sunday morning, May 9 Mothers Day 2004.
to Hyster Home. Thank you for sharing your story. Congrats on your two little boys. I hope they are doing well and filling your life with joy. It must have been quite a shock to go through a hysterectomy that way. Although it is rare you are not alone. Thanks again for telling your story.
