My husband Matt and I were trying for a baby, and got pregnant allot quicker than we thought we would, almost straight away. I didn’t think I was at first because Mother Nature kicked in…but then Mother Nature didn’t stop… About two weeks later I started to think something really wasn’t right and I began to get excruciating stomach pains. Late one evening when my husband had gone out to the pub, my friend Dave came over and seeing me doubled up in pain on the sofa drove me to the hospital; Matt followed on in a taxi.
The doctors did a few tests and exclaimed that we were pregnant. At first reaction was to go “Yay” and we kind of celebrated for a bit and then thought, hey yea but something is going on, and knew things were not so good. They didn’t have anyone to scan us that day, as ironically it was Mothering Sunday, so I stayed in over night and was scanned the next morning.
I remember going in and I was nervous and sleepy and suddenly all hell broke loose. They said it’s a late ectopic pregnancy and you’ve started to internally bleed. All these people started to move and rush about, Matt was shoved out of the room and I was just freakin’ out! The doctors said they wanted to get in and take the fallopian tube out-Everything happened so fast…
They went in and the two scars on either side of my tummy you can see are where they cut with their instruments and removed the fallopian tube with the baby in it.
So- that’s the story. I couldn’t look at the scars; they just made me feel really sad.
Almost a year to the day we got pregnant with my daughter Evelyn.
The birth my daughter made look at those scars differently. If I didn’t have those scars- these scars from a surgery that saved my life I wouldn’t have Evelyn.
I don’t look at the scars and feel the sadness, they are just another mark on my body that says you’ve lived your life, part of the journey.