30-Day Bloggers Group: What is the scariest thing that has ever happened to you in real life?
I’m actually not one who scares very easily, but there are three times in my life where I was truly terrified. I am only going to tell you about two of them because one is way too personal and I’m not ready to share that one with anybody just yet.
The first one was when I was in labor with my twins. The first thing about this moment that you should know about is that there was never a sonogram done that would have determined that I was carrying twins, so when I went into a transitional labor and finally made it to the hospital, nobody knew that I was pregnant with twins. I had only gained 40 pounds and I was still fairly close to my due date. I was three weeks early for a singleton, but I was one week late for twins.
I was in labor for five days and transitional labor for 27 hours. My blood pressure had gone sky high and I was completely delusional. My nurse had finally gone over my doctor’s head and got another doctor to do an ultrasound (my doctor hadn’t even shown his face yet, because he was too busy sleeping). The other doctor determined the baby to be breech and that an emergency c-section would be required. My doctor finally shows up, breaks my water and begins arguing with the other doctor claiming the baby couldn’t be breech because he had felt the baby’s head. (NOTE: They were both right. My doctor felt my son’s head and my daughter was breech. By breaking the water of the sac holding my daughter, my doctor almost killed all of us.)
Long story short, an emergency c-section was performed, my doctor barely managed not to kill all of us and my family managed to not kill the doctor. But it was seriously terrifying for a while there.
The other time I was scared was when my son was 11-months-old and he had gotten really sick. He had diarrhea all the time and just wasn’t acting right. My doctor kept blowing it off saying that kids get diarrhea and that he would be better in a few days. That was on a Monday. By Wednesday my son had stopped crying. I convinced my doctor to let me bring him into the office. When I did, my doctor took one look at my son and sent us directly to the hospital. After tests (and a mix up of paperwork), it was determined my son had RSV. For those of you who don’t know what that is, it is a respiratory virus that can be fatal to a child under the age of two if they develop pneumonia, which my son did. He spent a week in the hospital. My whole family ended up with it, but thankfully nobody else was hospitalized (even though my mother should have been). That was terrifying.
So ghosts, and vampires, and demons, and witches go ahead and come at me! You’ve got absolutely nothing on the terror of losing one’s children.
- Surprise Twins! (crowarrowinc.wordpress.com)