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I woke up as early as one in the morning that Friday, 15th day of the month. I grabbed my cell phone on a wooden ottoman just beside my bed to make sure of the time and to check the sent items. I hardly remember what I felt the night before but I am pretty sure I message every single thing to my partner. I hate waking up in the middle of the night for I felt a little lost. Such a strange feeling that sometimes it feels like falling oneself from a high.
The last text message
I sent to my partner was an hour ago which means I did not have enough sleep
yet. I told him how active our baby was, my lower back aches and I felt so
tired despite doing nothing at all but watch any Hollywood movies that is
showed on Star movies or HBO channel.
That moment I felt pain, my lower abdomen contracted more
than my baby moves. Moreover, it seems heavy like my baby wanted to push its
head out my tummy. I was trying to convince myself that there is nothing wrong
with me and my baby—that the pain I felt was a mere part of a normal pregnancy I
was trying to tolerate every pinch of the pain actually. I tried that until 5
a.m. until I have fallen asleep.
But I knew there was something to worry about. I was tempted to text my partner that the
spot of blood I found is freaking me but all I can ever sent him is a text
message that says I love him. I was scared. The last time this happened to me
was during my 10th week and an ultrasound revealed a minimal
subchorionic hemorrhage. I was relieved by a medication that lasted for 10 days
and a pelvic rest (no sexual activities all during the medication period).
At 8:00 a.m. that day my Ob is nowhere to find. I went to
her clinic; to my disappointment her secretary can’t even tell where she is at. Her phone is out of reach. I almost send her a message saying “hey
doc, are you ok?” sarcastically. I can’t believe no one knows where my Obstetrician
is.
From her office, we went to the nearest district hospital
where I had my urinalysis done. When the lab technician hand me the result I knew
I’ll be having a week with 2 kinds of antibiotics for a urinary tract infection
and another for a vaginal infection.
From the hospital we went back to her office hoping that she
can read the result and prescribe me the necessary drugs I needed but she was
still out. Her secretary then said she was out for a week already and I'm not the only patient looking for her. Great, isn’t it?
The doctor that is supposed to help me with my pre-natal care is not around. And
you know what is greater than that? She is the only Ob in town; the rest is all
general practitioners!!!
We went home, got my
personal stuffs and headed ourselves to Kalibo, several towns from ours, to
find another doctor. I don’t have to wait for my Ob to read the laboratory results.
I don’t even have the idea if I can find her that day.
So my mother drove me to Kalibo instead where there are
better facilities (and of course where there is available doctor to attend to
me). It is a 36-kilometer away from home and 45 minutes ride. In our case, since
mama is the one driving, make it 1 hour and maybe another 10 more minutes. Before
we arrive, we were informed that she was at Manila and she it is impossible for
her to attend to me but she has someone to cover her duty. As Instructed we
went to the clinic she told us. Upon checking, OB says I had this premature
opening of cervix (triggered by my infections), specifically the external OS. My
condition should be prevented or else it can lead me to a premature delivery of
the fetus.
An hour later, I found myself in one of the ob-ward of Dr.
Rafael Tumbokon Memorial Hospital. I was confined to 312 to have a bedrest, was
given intravenous, and medications to relax my uterus and treat my infections.
I am now home from a three-day hospital admission. I was
diagnosed with UTI (again) to consider premature labour. It didn’t scare me not
until today when everything sinks in. I never realized that I almost lost my
precious little one. Since I am only on my 5th month my baby is not
likely to survive.
By the way, I went home without seeing my Ob… The doctor
that happened to cover up for her just uses the trunkline to check on me. J
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