So Wednesday afternoon around 14.10pm I collapse on the floor in the childrens room with Mojo in my arms, with eldest watching wide eyed. I came round to hear Eldest crying, and myself wailing in pain. Mojo nestled comfortably in my arms, not a bump or scratch in sight - content. Eldest had ran downstairs to get my phone to call someone. She called Beau, I told him to stay in work - bad move.
I called Eldests Bio daddy because he was closest and he had to lock up work and was on his way.
Meanwhile I called my mother just to keep focused on something, explain that it felt like something had exploded.
Eldest was running back and forth, feeding Mojo, bouncing her, fielding all other calls, then passing on the messages with tears running down her face... :(
Mother decided to pass me on to my Nana, while she called my Dad. Nana cheery as ever 'breath it out, breath it in'. Love them for this.
My Dad had called Beau & Brother & ambulance...
- Dad 3.25pm
- Ambulance (car) & Eldest Bio Dad 3.30pm
- Big Ambulance, Beau & Brother... 3.45pm
I was happy to go to A&E, happy. I had a plan. Plan was pooh apparently.
Sitting on my sofa wired up, with numerous men folk walking in the room, flinching at me and walking out again. Spent a decent while wired up, with pain relief.
Went through 2 canisters of gas & air, was offered morphine but I said 'no, no thanks this is fine'. The pain was second to none, horrible, but I never want to feel out of control when my babies are in view.
Get to hospital, poked an prodded, told that it seems that it could be ovarian cyst explosion or that a complication following birth that hadn't been spotted and the only way to find out would be a scan. Which they couldn't do in that department, I'd have to be tranferred and stay over night. My Dad was sitting with me, while I trawled through all my menstral problems and anything else they asked. Surprisingly I didn't care, I told them everything. I was asked why I'd never had a scan before. Well I'm not sure why really, not needed I thought.
5 hours after the initial pang of pain, my lovely doctor came in and said 'You have two choices, take the pills and go home or stay in and hope for an opening in the scan department sometime tomorrow. But I have to say, if you don't get a quick appointment you will be sent home tomorrow with the pills I'm recommending. The best thing to do is rest, I can't feel any fluid pouches which leads us to believe it's not a burst cyst, however a cyst or growth seems likely, only a scan will provide us with this information.'
I'm going home, I knew this already. I was not being away from home. Give me all the pills, I'm going home. So that was that, a box of pills for to fight infection.
So now I'm home, happily, even if a little tender and awaiting a scan appointment.
Oh and while I was waiting for a cubicle, a man took a urine sample, and tested it. He then told me 'I'm not qualified to test the urine, but it seem's all clear to me.'
Tested sounded like tasted, now my Dad keeps telling everyone that at the hospital someone tasted my wee.