In past three weeks, I’ve been in the ER twice.
The first time was because I’d caught the stomach virus that’s going around, which was just great. (Do you know how difficult it is to barf in the toilet when you have a basketball protruding from your middle?) I became severely dehydrated, which come to find out, is not a good thing for a pregnant woman to be.
The second time was last week, following my routine OB visit. She sent me to the ER because she was concerned about the swelling in my right foot and leg. Swelling is a normal part of pregnancy, but it’s usually pretty equal on both sides.
For me, that wasn’t the case, so she thought it might be a blood clot. (Cue: my panic attack)
Since I had just been in the ER days before, I kinda sorta started crying on our way out of the doctor’s office. It was the combination of fear and the fact that I just didn’t want to go. (Clearly, I knew I had to; blood clots are serious business.)
We ended up sitting in the ER for for 3 hours before the ultrasound tech was available. All the while, I was gripped with anxiety over this possible blood clot.
You know, 3 hours is a long time to just sit and play the family-favorite “what if” game.
Anyway, the super nice ultrasound tech finally made his appearance. He made some quick small talk and then turned off the lights and began his exam.
For 15 minutes (which seemed like 15 days) he searched for this possible blood clot. In silence. I didn’t want to interrupt his flow, but I much prefer when medical professionals talk you through the process. You know what I mean??
He ended his exam, and by this point I was having trouble breathing because I was certain he’s going to tell me I’m dying (hospitals bring out my most rational side.) I’m sure I seemed too eager and slightly crazed, when I asked, “So?”
“Everything looks great! No blood clot.”
After sending up a major “THANK YOU, JESUS!” prayer and letting out an audible sigh of relief, I realized that we had just spent over 3 hours in the emergency room to come to the conclusion that I have cankle.
The joys of pregnancy, my friends. The joys.