I can remember how anxious we sat in that waiting room. Totally clueless of what a first doctors appointment consisted of. I remember asking each other questions like, "Do you think they will do an ultrasound today?". Moments later (felt like hours) , we finally heard "Ms. Tilton". We jumped up and proceeded to follow our nurse to our room. She was short, cute, Latin and had a great personality. As I sat on the table in the room and she checked me out, we discussed the joy of being pregnant for the first time. We joked about having twins, and of course my remark was, "I really hope I'm having twins." Deeco acted like I was crazy :) She asked me if they ran in my family (which they do) and she started joking with Deeco.
Finally the doctor came to see me. Tall, handsome, long hair, tan skin and one hell of an accent! Deeco used to always call him my boyfriend because I would get so flustered :) As the doctor was checking me out, he said he would like to do an ultrasound because of the levels in my blood. We thought nothing of this, in reality we didn't even know what he was talking about (We were both new at this).
I looked at Deeco in excitement that I was getting an ultrasound on my first visit. The minute we seen the baby on the screen and heard the heart beat we instantly filled up with tears! So emotional already we held hands and smiled. As we were starring in awe, the doctor proceeded to say, "Well looks like you have two in there". I had a feeling come over me I cant explain, all I could do is start laughing. As I glanced at Deeco, his face of joy instantly turned white. I had never seen his eyes so big, literally almost falling out. Right when I was about to have the nurse check to see if he was breathing, he bursted out with "Oh my, Do you know how hard twins are?". I still laughed, I responded with "You do what you have to do".
The doctor kept looking closely, he then stated he would be back. He wanted to again check the levels in my blood. He came back and said everything was not matching up correctly due to the hormone levels my blood was showing. I was then sent over to St. Lucie Medical for a more detailed ultrasound.
Then is when it all started. I was not pregnant with twins. The ultrasound tech said I would meet with the doctor to discuss more. As we arrived back at the Doctor's office, my doctor asked us to please follow him to his office. I walked the hallway with a lump in my throat. Now I was scared. What was wrong? Why did he think I was having twins? Is the baby okay?
We both sat down in chairs in front of his desk. He stood up and closed the office door. My doctor proceeded to take out pictures and started to explain that I had a cyst on my ovaries. I couldn't speak, I was one word away from crying so I let Deeco ask all questions. As most of you all know looking at Deeco, is like looking in the mirror but seeing a guy version of me. We can finish each other's statements most of the time. Deeco asked every question that I had going thru my head.
Doctor proceeded to let us know that everything was fine. Having cyst on your ovaries is VERY common, and actually not a big deal at all. Still being pregnant and all the hormones it just was not sitting well. I was worried and ready to run out, release my tears and start my research. Doctor proceeded to tell us that the cyst had to be removed. He said it was extremely large and it would be best to remove it at 12 weeks pregnant. I was very skeptical about this. After long sought out research its very common to remove large cyst at 12 weeks pregnant. It's safe and unharmful to the baby. We had them scheduled for me to have Laparoscopic surgery on July 5, 2012. I was going to be cut open four inches and they would remove my left ovary.
Not only did we just find out horrible news, my grandfather was a couple floors up in ICU. I can remember pulling myself together to go up and support my family. Everything about this day was turning bad. We all cried, held each other, and told him our last words. I'll never forget the hurt in my dad and the rest of the families eyes. As everyone asked me how's the baby, I couldn't get anything out that made any sense. Right now it was only about Grandpa. I remember driving away from that hospital and having my dad call me to say Grandpa had passed away ten minutes into my ride home. My heart was broken in so many ways, I wanted to be there for everyone, but I was at the bottom myself. RIP Grandpa Shakra. We love you, & may you rest at peace :) I know your watching over all of us!
After we finally could wrap our head around all this we started to prep ourselves mentally for the surgery. I was confident in the decision to go fourth with the surgery, but still nervous. We decided to spend the next couple weeks enjoying it the best we could. After 12 weeks we would put this behind us and proceed with a NORMAL happy pregnancy. Little did we know we were just beginning a long, hard journey. July 5, 2012 changed our lives forever....
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