Its 3 AM on Friday morning. I wake up to the most intense pain in my life. The pain seems to be coming from my back. I get out of bed and try laying on the floor. Thinking I've got a nerve pinched or something twisted. That provides no relief and I realize the pain really seems to be in my chest. I wake Matt and try a hot shower and then pumping. The squeezing searing pain is only getting worse. This is the point that I decided we're going to the ER.
Matt gets Corah out of her bassinet and into her carseat. By the grace of God she doesn't wake up. We get to the ER and I somehow manage to walk in. After an EKG and blood work I have an X-ray the doctor comes in and asks a million medical history questions. He tells me the likely problem is a blood clot. He orders a CAT scan or an MRI. Im not sure which.
Still scared. Fairly confident I'm dying and being given no answers. The pain medicine only put me in a fog and barely took the edge off. This causes me to have a panic attack as soon as im out of the MRI machine. Im returned to my ER room and having Corah and Matt near calms me. Three EKG's, an IV, and a half a dozen blood draws later I'm still waiting for answers. The doctor tells me my heart and lungs look good. He tells me if the next EKG comes back normal we will be good to go.
GOOD TO GO? I was having the worse pain in my life. This 8 days after I spent 29 hours having back labor and then delivering a child. I think I may be familiar with pain at this point. I was not okay with being sent home with no explanation waiting for it to happen again.
Thankfully the last EKG came after shift change. The second doctor had a second radiologist look at my scans. Without background information the second radiologist found some kind of blocked pathway in my left lung.
Pulmonary Embolism.
From some part of Pregnancy, L&D, or Postpartum I had a blood clot travel to my left lung and block off a 'branch' of veins or blood vessels. Because of the risk of the blood clot breaking away and moving to my heart I am on an IV blood thinner until a pill form of blood thinner can kick in.
The good of all of this is that in unusual Tonya fashion I didn't roll over and try and sleep it off. The second is that my mom didn't stay this week so she would have the time to come back later. My amazing parents also dropped everything to come to Topeka to be her and help. My awesome momma is going to stay the week to help out too. Also i am very lucky that none of drugs I've been given will enter my milk supply. This means I can still feed Corah. I am also very thankful that they have me in a private room so I (with help from Matt or my mom) can keep Corah with me.
The bad is that this is likely a 5 day hospital stay. It could also potentially be the start of blood thinners for the rest of my life. It means I am definitely not allowed to take any sort of oral birth control ever in the future. There is also a reasonable chance that I would have to give myself a shot twice a day when/if we ever decide to have more babies. (This part has been information overload for a first time momma of an 8 day old baby.)
