A close call

     September 10th at 10:50pm I woke up to feed my baby. Upon standing I had blood running down me like water pouring out. I ran to the bathroom and I had ended up filling three pads full of blood with in 10 minutes. I ran upstairs to wake my husband and told him I needed to go to the ER.  I called my mom and told her to come over right away.  I left my husband at home with the kids and drove myself.  The ER was about 10 minutes away I knew I should be able to make it there in time and I didn't have time to wait for my mom to arrive before leaving.

    I arrived at the ER at about 11:15pm.  They did not know why I was bleeding so much. I was not in any physical pain at all. Just a lot of blood pouring out of me. I basically laid in the ER with the doctor and nurses watching me and hoping for the blood to stop.

    It is now 1am, the bleeding is still uncontrollable.  They take me upstairs to have an ultrasound to see if I happen to have an tissue or placenta still left in my uterus.  My ultrasound came back good. No tissue. No Placenta. No nothing. They wheeled me back downstairs to the ER where it is now three in the morning and  they gave me a shot in the arm with something that was supposed to stop the bleeding.  Well it did not work.

   They kept watching me bleed non-stop.  I had been bleeding so much that I had to have them change my pads and puppy pads that were underneath me every 15 minutes from arriving at the ER because blood was pouring off of the bed and on to the ER floor.

    Now it is about 5am and I am still bleeding. The ER doctor comes in and says well we don't know why you are bleeding and we can't stop it but we are going to send you home and you can go see an OB/GYN at 9am.  I was absolutly baffled those words came out of his mouth and I refused to leave the ER bleeding.  I told him I was not going home to die from blood loss. About five minutes later I got really light headed and couldn't sit up anymore, I almost passed out, my heart rate and blood pressure dropped fast. So fast that several people came running into my room, all I could hear is an alarm beeping from the monitors behind me and someone saying "get another IV in her we need to do a blood transfusion"  I already had one IV in my arm but they were needing two. They hooked me up with two liter of blood. one on each side of my arm.

   I felt like i was in a dream like state. I kept crying to my husband "don't let me die". "Make them help me". All i could think about as the nurses and doctors rushed around was how I was going to die and I was going to leave my young children without their   mom.  I kept praying "please Lord let them find a way to stop my bleeding, please Lord" Holding  my husbands hand he kept telling I wasn't going to die and that I am in the hospital and they will help me, even though i could tell on his face he wasn't so sure they could.  He was being brave for me and telling me what I wanted to hear.  I told him I was feeling really sleepy and to keep waking me if I fell asleep...... Finally the blood transfusion helped but I was still bleeding.

    At this point it is now almost 8am and I have been bleeding for almost 9 hours straight uncontrollably.  At one point I hear the nurse say to another nurse "we need to get an OB/GYN in here right now to see this patient" we had been waiting to see someone and they never came so they contacted another OB/GYN that finally arrived  at about 8:15am.

    He inserted the speculum and examined me. There was several nurses holding me down as he used large long Q-Tips to remove large pieces of tissus/blood clots the size of my fist. (no pain meds) My husband held my hand as I was crying and screaming so loud in pain. This lasted for what felt like forever but really only 10 minutes or so. Once he removed everything he began to push and pound on my stomach. I was crying so loud again in pain. I was then given two more shots in the arm, two pills to take by mouth and the doctor placed 5-6 pills in my bottom. 

  It's now 10am and the bleeding has finally slowed. They admitted me to the regular part of the hospital where they observed me for the next day and a half.  I was so weak, I could not sit up, feed myself or walk.  from there I was monitored every 2-4 hours. I was finally discharged from the hospital September 12th.  All of my vitals came back good except for my HCT level (blood) it was at a 24. I am so grateful for the Lord guiding the nurses and doctor that helped finally stop the bleeding.

 Thank you to everyone for your well wishes and prayers!! Praise the Lord!