Trigger Warning: Infertility
My knees were tucked up to my chin and the tie dye comforter was clenched in my knuckles. I squeezed my eyes and thanked God we had a babysitter to watch Trax. As I buried my face into a pillow, the sharp cramping in my pelvis turned into a pulsing stab.
I texted my husband at work and said we may need to go to the ER. I deleted the words as soon as I finished them. Maybe I can swig another ibuprofen and wait this out? After I took the pill, I headed to the closet to change clothes just in case. Another bolting cramp made me sink down the wall to the floor. Once it passed, I wobbled back over to my phone and rewrote the text. Send.
Hey y’all. It’s been a minute. I took three months off writing while I was in and out of the hospital. I’m happy to be back though :) I missed writing. Let’s jump back into my first ER visit…
That was my first trip to the ER, which was roughly five weeks after my OBGYN told me I might have Endometriosis. The fall of 2020, I started experiencing rough pelvic pain, which also meant I could not have sex. As November of 2021 arrived, the pain persisted and that area of my body became sore to the touch. I had also received an abnormal pap smear in 2019 when I was pregnant with my son and they suggested retesting in the future. So, I scheduled my yearly pelvic exam for a few weeks out.
Flash forward to the appointment, where the string of excruciating tests began. My OBGYN was concerned and I had every test done the gynecology floor could offer. Unfortunately, all results were negative. Little did I know, that these gut wrenching symptoms were from a complication from my c-section in 2019.
The next step was an abdominal ultrasound. I wasn’t too nervous about this – my pain was internal, I couldn’t fathom something like that hurting. Yet, I was terribly wrong. It felt like a special kind of hell as the technician kneaded into my belly for a good look at each organ. To this day, I’ve had seven ultrasounds and each time, I wish I swished four ibuprofen beforehand.
The first ultrasound showed no abnormalities. At this point, my OBGYN was convinced I had Endometriosis. She came to this conclusion because my scans were clean. The only way to diagnose Endometriosis is to surgically check for lesions with a laparoscopy. My doctor mentioned most surgeons do not want to schedule a surgery until it is certain the pain won’t resolve on its own. She referred me to pelvic floor therapy for eight weeks. If therapy didn't help, we'd schedule the surgery.
In total, I went through five weeks of physical therapy. I was told for Endometriosis patients, these exercises would alleviate the pain. At week three, my pain was at an all time high.
I wouldn’t dare miss a window to take ibuprofen and the guilt of becoming less active with my toddler strongly set in. My body constantly ached and months of tight, gnawing back pain made its first appearance after a handful of PT sessions. I voiced my concerns to my physical therapist. I was told…
“The pain is normal for this therapy and it will get worse before it gets better.”
“Could your skin be hurting because your bath water is too hot?”
“I believe these are muscle spasms in your pelvis, not Endometriosis.”
“This will not be a six week recovery. It will take months.”
This is how I ended up at the ER. I had my first period since therapy started and combined with my existing symptoms, nothing would numb the sharp cramps surging through my body. I was admitted, given pain meds, and rolled in for an abdominal CT (x-ray).
Next, I spent three hours waiting to get an abdominal ultrasound. They wanted to try a pelvic ultrasound, but I was reluctant. The pain meds were barely covering my symptoms, I couldn’t imagine something prodding around in there. I made the right choice too because the ultrasound felt similar to nails being dragged across my belly button. Back in my room, a doctor came in to let me know both the x-ray and ultrasound were clean.
“The pain may be caused by your cycle and you should follow up with your OBGYN in case it is Endometriosis.”
I couldn’t believe we sat in the ER for six hours, with toddler in tow, just to hear I should follow up with my doctor. They recommended I take Ibuprofen with Tylenol. I sunk down in the chair and realized it was going to be a fight to get a doctor believe me. However, this was just the event I needed to convince my OBGYN to schedule a diagnostic laparoscopy for endometriosis.
My surgery was scheduled for April 4th and I couldn’t wait for the pain to end. My dad came down to Tennessee to help with Trax and our hospital bags were packed. I prayed and prayed for them to find something. Anything. It didn’t need to be Endometriosis. I just needed evidence of something.
I’m pretty calm when it comes to hospital scenarios. When I had my son Trax, he was an emergency c-section and we stayed in the NICU for 21 days. I most certainly do not love hospitals, but I felt comfortable and confident going into the procedure.
They put me under and did the diagnostic laparoscopy. Immediately, when I woke up I asked if they found anything. A nurse replied, “They didn’t find anything, no.” Still out of it from the anesthesia, hot tears flooded my face and I threw a hysterical fit. What do you mean you cut me open and saw NOTHING? I remember them wheeling me out to the car where Trey was. I tried to fake some composure. I’m not sure how much of the crying rage he witnessed in the hospital room, but I couldn’t embarrass him more.
For the rest of the evening, I sat in bed drifting in and out on painkillers wondering if I made the whole thing up. Am I the girl on tv who believed so badly she was in pain that her body compensated for these consuming thoughts? Will I live this way well into my 30’s?
The following morning, I rose and organized every cluttered corner of my room. I then landed deep in a sea of endometriosis research and special treatment centers. “If a doctor isn’t very familiar with endometriosis, it is possible for him to miss common signs like discoloration and lesions deeper than performed during a normal laparoscopy." That could be it.
I frantically began to put together a case file for an Endometriosis specialist in Atlanta. A few days had passed and the incision pain had subsided. Although, my normal pelvic pain symptoms resurfaced.
They fiercely settled back into my body. When my first period came back after surgery, it was then when the pain was no longer manageable with ibuprofen. It was like bulky river stones were stacked at the bottom of my spine. Cramps yanked hard at my pelvic muscles. We loaded up the car and headed for another ER. This time, we drove to Smyrna, TN, hoping for a better doctor.
The nurses in Smyrna were very kind. They ran similar scans to my previous visits and I finally allowed a vaginal ultrasound. If the surgeon didn't see something during the laparoscopy, maybe they will see it with this. The ultrasound was nauseating, but I held onto the fact it may uncover something new.
Trey, Trax, and I waited in a hospital bed to hear the results. A women OBGYN entered the room and by the look on her face, you could tell she didn't have any answers. She referred me to a Gastroenterologist and mentioned the source of pain could be due to constipation from surgery or a digestive issue. I was livid. Then I thought to myself, "I made this whole thing up."
Thanks for coming by guys. It has been a tough 2022. My hope in writing this is to reach other mamas who have had c-sections and are struggling with extreme pelvic pain. My symptoms showed up slowly. My first symptom appeared a year post c-section. Please pay attention to your bodies mamas post delivery.
On October 1st, I'll be posting Part Two. This is a three part series. The last year has been a bitter ride of learning about c-sections and the impact they have on your body. Please read along if you or someone you know is experiencing similar symptoms and are looking for answers!
[ This article is sponsored by Coastal Mississippi. I was given a one night stay in exchange for written content. However, I never promote places I don't love! All opinions are my own. ]
Are you tired of heading to overrated travel destinations and doing the same dang thing as everyone else on Instagram? I've got a fix for you. This past March, I had the opportunity to stay at a dreamy cabin in downtown Ocean Springs, Mississippi.
It's called The Beatnik and after staying, you will critique the decor of every place you book going forward. Each inch of this cabin was designed with nature in mind and the simpleness of the space, makes it that much easier to reset. Let's jump into why The Beatnik might need to be your 2022 summer vacation.
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The Beatnik is in its own lane compared to other hotels. Their property consists of four cabins, a plunge pool, fire pit, and quiet garden. The idea for this creative space was influenced by the Beatnik culture from the 1950's and 60's.
They like to advertise that they are a "New Way to Stay" and I couldn't agree more. As I walked into my cabin, I was met with a wet bar and a gorgeous shimmering backsplash. Unique mugs lined a wood shelf above the sink and a Chemex was ready to go, to brew an early morning coffee. This was such an upgrade from your average microwave and fridge situation :)
perfect spot for a couples' getaway
While I made my way through the cabin, I couldn't help but think this must be the most romantic place I've ever stayed. Behind the bed, was an accent wall constructed of wood slabs that produced a peek a boo effect. To the left, a ceiling to floor window showcasing a concrete patio and front seat to their lush green courtyard. Out the back, a copper outdoor shower head and hammock for post pool snoozes.
an affordable x unique place to stay
One of the greatest things about this hotel is that it's affordable. During the summer season, cabins start at $239 for a Sunday night. To stay on a weekend, they do ask you to reserve two nights when booking. If you're looking to head there in the fall, prices drop to $171. This is a pretty good deal because it's only about three blocks away from the beach!
amenities for the kids
Currently, I'm living in Nashville, so I decided to drive down to the Mississippi Coast. My favorite gas stations to stop at were Love's. They always felt safe, bathrooms were nice, and there were many families there too!
The Beatnik is not only romantic, but also accommodating if you bring your littles with. Select cabins have a bunk bed nook which is perfect and super fun for them to climb! Along with this, since the pool area is gated and narrow, it is easier to keep a close eye on your kids.
a comfort you won't find somewhere else
This place had it all and was a refreshing breath from your normal hotel scene. If anything, the location of the property seemed a little odd. It was nestled into a residential neighborhood, but I was never bothered by anyone!
When I think back on this trip, I remember how comfy it was to crash into bed after a long drive. I noticed an electronic hot water pitcher on the counter and couldn't wait to get some ramen going! As I snuggled into the covers, I found out they offer Hulu to you for free. I had the best rest ever falling asleep to Grey's Anatomy under a striped knit blanket.
If you're looking for an affordable hotel in downtown Ocean Springs, The Beatnik is calling your name.
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