Tuesday, 26 September 2017

Happy birthday, Princess H; I'm glad I got a second opinion.

About three months into my second pregnancy, I woke up to a beautiful day, I was getting my son and i ready for the day when I felt a sharp pain in my belly. I told myself it was just some discomfort that was going to pass quickly. Within an hour, the pain was so excrutiating that I was rushed to the hospital. On getting there, a series of tests were carried out, from what I gathered the results came back normal, there was nothing out of the ordinary.


I was told that a consultant was on his way to see me. I fell asleep at some point, shortly after I awoke up, the consultant arrived.  He told me to get ready for surgery that I most likely had appendicitis since the test results came out clean. Alarm bells went off in my head. This man didn't even examine me himself, so how did he come up with his diagnosis? I calmly asked him if the baby was going to survive if I went ahead with the operation, "you are thinking of baby instead of thinking of your life. If you loose the pregnancy due to the operation then the baby was not meant to be".

What i was hearing was unbelieveable. I asked him some more questions which I could tell irritated him, "madam, I just carried out the same operation on that woman lying down on that bed, and mother and baby are doing fine. It is better for you to have this operation than for you to allow your appendix rupture and cause serious problems for you. Call me when you make up your mind." I knew I wasn't going to call him. He had not given me enough infomation to make an informed decision. I was going to see another doctor for a second opinion, all my years of watching The Doctors show, had at least taught me the importance of a second opinion.

I went to another hospital some days later and explained what had happened to me days earlier. After a thorough examination and some Q and A, she informed me that it was highly unlikely that I had appendicitis as I didn't have any of the symptoms associated with it. I left her consultation room thanking God that I decided to get a second opinion. It saved me from a misdiagnosis. The pain never returned. I gave birth to a cute little princess who turned five today. I can't help but wonder what could have been if I had gone ahead with the operation that wasn't necessary.

Happy birthday, Princess H! I can't even begin to imagine life without you.





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