13 September 12:09 AM
Laying in bed crying because I miss my baby boy. After seeing my MRI, I realized he was perfect. There was nothing wrong with him, my fibroids pushed him out.
I blame myself. I blame myself for not doing more research when the doctor said I had a fibroids in July 2019. I did a little. I changed my diet, I stopped drinking, cut out caffeine as much as possible. But I believed my doctor when he said I should get pregnant. I didn’t know that fibroids over 5 cm typically grow when you’re pregnant. Mine was 6.5. I didn’t know the MRI should be the first line of defense when dealing with fibroids. I only had a sonogram. I didn’t know women have had fibroid removal surgeries as early as 10 weeks pregnant. Maybe if I had known I would have pressed for removal while pregnant. If I had known I had a fibroid growing on the outside of my uterus and the bigger it got the less room my baby boy had, I would have inquired. All I was told was the fibroids were nowhere near the baby and it was fine. Fibroids? With an “s”?? Meaning plural???? Yes…four. My doctor said he only told me about the one that was important.
It wasn’t until after I lost Ezra that the doctors placed the blame on the fibroid. It wasn’t until I found a new doctor (based off a recommendation) that an MRI was ordered. This is where I learned there were six fibroids. It wasn’t until another doctor saw the MRI where we finally figured out what happened. The fibroid squished my uterus and pushed my Ezra out.
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