Against all odds Scott and I survived my bullshit and drama and got married in 2007. It was absolutely FREEZING that day. And it almost was just an over priced party, instead of a wedding. I was supposed to call the justice of the peace when I got to the hotel that afternoon but we were running late and I completely forgot! I only remembered when, who should walk in? The justice of the peace! I almost passed out with shock! Somehow this man knew to stop by and see if we still needed him. So thankfully we were still married on the day we wanted. It was an amazing night, and before I knew it, it was over.
In 2008 I had a doctor tell me I'd never get pregnant, not on my own and most likely not even with medical help. I was beyond devastated to think that I'd never have that little girl I had always dreamed of. I barely ate or slept for the next 6 months. Scott and I weren't exactly trying, but we weren't preventing either, but it was still a surprise to learn in November 2008 that I was pregnant! I was beyond thrilled! This was what I wanted my whole life! I wanted the belly, and yes, even morning sickness and stretch marks. But color me surprised when none of that happened. By the time I gave birth I could still wear my regular clothes. I wore maternity clothes because I wanted to, not because I had to. I didn't even get any morning sickness.
Early on in the pregnancy I had some spotting, and I went to the hospital to make sure the baby was okay. It was just before Christmas and I was crying so hard all the way in. I was shaking while they did the ultrasound, afraid they'd find no heartbeat. I was so happy to see that little heart beating. Against all odds I got pregnant, and on my own too, she was a miracle baby.
In May of 2009 my job was ending. I knew it, we were prepared for it. In early June I saw my doctor and my only complaint was my face was numb, so naturally he sent me off to the ER to be checked out. At the ER I was treated like I was just some crazy, hormonal pregnant lady. They left me sitting in a room for a couple hours before I was even seen by the doctor. The nurses brushed me off everytime I'd ask about it. When they finally did see me they ordered a CT scan, then came in to tell me these exact words "There is absolutely nothing wrong with you. Go home and get some rest. If it, for some real reason, gets worse call a neurologist.". They were so condescending to me. I left, confused, but satisfied there was nothing wrong. I was also shocked and hurt that I was treated the way I was. I went about life as normal as possible, not realizing just how the floor can collapse and the world could stop moving all at once.
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