Emergency Hospitalization in Early Pregnancy and the Day I Found Out It Was Twins

So that I don't forget,
I will record my pregnancy.

Discovering the Pregnancy

A few months after we started trying to conceive.
That day, I had that usual feeling of, "Oh, my period is definitely coming today."
This feeling is usually right, and my period arrives within the day. But it didn't.

Don't get my hopes up; if it's coming, just come already.

I thought that, and then it was the next evening. It still hadn't come.
I had plans for a drinking party that day, and the group was the type where I knew I'd be drinking quite a bit.
Thinking there was no way I was pregnant, but

to be safe so I could drink a lot without worry, I took a pregnancy test just in case.
Positive.

My whole body felt hot in the bathroom.

I couldn't believe it, and I just stared at the test.
I should have been happy, but I was scared.

I couldn't believe it enough to tell my husband yet.
I went to the drinking party anyway.

"Maybe I got food poisoning from the oysters? My stomach feels weird!"
I used that as an excuse and didn't drink any alcohol.
I don't remember what happened at the party. I was worried about my stomach the whole time.
After I got home, I took another pregnancy test.

Clearly positive.
I showed it to my husband.

He also seemed unable to believe it.
A few days later, I went to the hospital and successfully confirmed the gestational sac.

The doctor shook my hand.

There is a baby inside me.

I was truly, truly happy.
But at this time, I didn't know anything yet.

This happiness was short-lived, and
from here on, I would lead a difficult pregnancy life.

Suddenly, My First Hospitalization Ever

The morning of the third day after discovering the pregnancy.

When I went to the bathroom, the greatest pain of my life shot through my stomach.
Cold sweat. My breathing became shallow. I couldn't move.

What crossed my mind was
"Is the baby okay?"

I somehow managed to get out of the bathroom,
and crawled to the living room.

I was so glad my husband was home that day.

While crying,
I said, "My stomach hurts, help me," and
he took me to the hospital for an emergency visit.

The cause of the abdominal pain was unclear.

Perhaps adhesions from my pre-existing endometriosis had peeled off, or a cyst had ruptured. Or maybe ovarian torsion.

If it was torsion, I would need surgery within 24 hours.
If they didn't open me up and untwist it, the ovary would become necrotic.

And if I had surgery, continuing this pregnancy might be difficult.
But because it was early pregnancy, they couldn't perform detailed tests.

Of course, I wanted to continue the pregnancy.

But what if it was torsion?
What if the ovary became necrotic?

Give up on the baby?
Protect my own body?

I cried to my husband, saying I didn't know what to do.
I couldn't stop the tears.

The doctor's assessment was
"Perhaps adhesions from endometriosis peeled off, or a cyst ruptured."
Believing that, we decided to monitor the situation with antibiotics.

The fluffy feeling of happiness from being pregnant disappeared,
and a hospital life full of anxiety began.

At that time, the hospital prohibited visitors due to COVID and the flu.

I couldn't see my beloved husband.

It was too early in the pregnancy to even confirm a heartbeat.
Even with an ultrasound, I didn't know if the baby was truly safe.
I was so anxious, so anxious, that I cried the whole time.

By the next day, the pain was almost gone.
But the inflammation markers wouldn't go down.
I didn't know when I could be discharged.

"My stomach doesn't hurt anymore, so I want to go home."
I begged the nurses many times.

The Day I Found Out It Was Twins

The morning of the fifth day of hospitalization.
"If the inflammation has settled down in today's ultrasound, let's discharge you."

Suddenly told that, I went to the examination room.
Please let the baby be safe.

I prayed while staring at the ultrasound screen.

The doctor said one word.

"Huh?"

The blood drained from my face.

What?
What was that "huh" for?
I'm scared. What's wrong?

"There are two baby sacs. You're having twins."

My thoughts stopped.
I guess people really do stop thinking when they're surprised.

I was cleared for discharge. But that didn't matter; it was twins.

I don't remember much after that.

I was so happy, and in a daze, I returned to my hospital room and stared at the ultrasound photos for about an hour.

A cold day in February. A major cold wave had arrived, and it was snowing heavily outside.
But my heart was warm.

There were actually two of them in my stomach.
I'm happy. I'm truly happy.

But.

After about an hour, I slowly returned to reality.

Aren't twins difficult?

I should have stopped, but I became a search addict.

Medically, it's an abnormal pregnancy.
All kinds of risks increase.
There is no stable period for twins.

The joy of having two people in my stomach didn't disappear.
But the anxiety also grew larger and larger.

With indescribable emotions, I was discharged.

I showed the ultrasound photos to my husband who came to pick me up in the car. When I told him it was twins, he was in total chaos.

The happiness of having twins in my stomach and the anxiety that kept rushing in. It was a complicated emotion.
However, the bath at home on the day I was discharged was definitely the most pleasant one of my life.

And so, the life of a twin-pregnant woman began.
At this time, I hadn't imagined that even more anxiety was waiting for me.

Next, I think I will write about the unforgettable "NT indication."