Right - part II now.
Have had rather an exciting 48 hours, not in a good way. On Weds morning right after breakfast I began having some pains in my tummy, like a sort of cramping that kept coming and going. Went to work and by late morning it was intensifying so I thought I would look up on the internet whether I should do anything. All the sites I looked at seemed to say it was something to get checked out, especially as it was rhythmic and sort of pulsing. So I rang my GP and she sounded very concerned - said it was 50/50 that it could signify a miscarriage (had no bleeding at least) so I should go to the early pregnancy unit at the hospital and get checked out.
I rushed over to Guy's and of course it was the wrong place to go - they don't have an EPU so I was roaming around on the verge of tears not knowing what to do, then I thought I'd go up to the ACU and beg them to see me. My husband arrived having covered the ground in superhuman time, bless him. They were brilliant at the ACU and saw me straight away, did an ultrasound and happily found the yolk sac in the uterus looking the right size for my dates (5+4). SO relieved. However, still had the pains so they said I should go to the EPU at St Thomas's and gave me a referral letter.
We went over there and after an hour or so got seen by a nurse who just asked some questions and then said I should be seen by the consultant. I asked if I could lie down, as by this time the pain was near constant and I couldn't sit up straight. They gave me some paracetamol, which I threw up, and then gave me an anti-sickness tablet, which I threw up, and then some paracetamol suppositories. They didn't even take the edge off the pain.
After another hour or so, the doctor came to see me and examined me and said he didn't think it was a gynae thing but could be appendicitis. I would need to be seen by a surgical consultant but had to be sent down to A&E for that. Eventually got sent down and spent a couple of hours on a trolley in A&E racked with pain and not able to lie still or get comfortable at all. Poor husband was really worried - I think it must be awful to be looking on helplessly and I know he was very scared.
They examined me again, all seemed to be pointing to appendicitis so they said they'd admit me to see how things were looking in the morning, and finally were able to give me some decent painkillers. Also put me on an antibiotic drip and between the two things I was pain-free by about 11pm and able to get some sleep.
When I woke up in the morning I felt absolutely fine again - the pain was all gone, so it seems the antibiotics were able to calm it all down and they decided an operation was unnecessary. They also did an ultrasound of my abdomen to make sure there wasn't anything else flaring up (eg gall bladder) and all looked fine. I have to keep an eye on things and take antibiotics for 5 days, but at least I am home again now (after a full day in hospital yesterday).
Obviously it was really frightening for various reasons and in the end if I get away without needing an operation at the moment I am very relieved about it. It will sound as though all that story has lots of 'eventually's and 'finally's in it, and it did all take ages, but I have to say everyone at the hospital(s) was lovely and so kind to us. One thing occurred to me after about 12 hours of this pain - I was thinking there is no way I will ever get through labour without cracking! The pain was so relentless and so exhausting, I just can't imagine how I would manage something like it with the need to push as well. I know, that's getting well ahead of myself, but it certainly gave me an insight...
I'm at home today and taking it easy. Just so relieved and grateful that things seem to be OK again.