Anyway, the surgery happened and life went on. Until three months later when yet again, I was rushed to the hospital. This time, I was living with my fiance, diagnosed pregnant.  I knew what the pain was, it was still fresh from the last time. Again it was the right tube. They had to remove the tube.

Life again went on, numb as I was. A year later, my first husband and I were married and I found myself pregnant again.  I was almost 21 and very happy-it was okay-it was not an ectopic. My darling daughter was born! Months later we divorced.  He was an awful husband and father.

The doctor took tests and everything seemed fine. He sent me home to rest. The pain in my side increased but the doctor said it was probably just a cyst on my ovary. Days later, I went again to the emergency room. The pain was awful, but yet again the ultrasound was fine. They even had a heartbeat.  I was sent home again. A week later, the pain still persisted, and I was completely drugged up with pain killers. We rushed again to the ER. This time they admitted me for observation.

The diagnosis was that I was miscarrying the baby. But the pain was so bad that they need to operate to find the problem. They thought that my ovary was twisted or something. Fate was in Dr. Flemings hand's. We prayed. We knew we would loose the baby from the surgery though the doctor said we might be okay. When I woke up my husband told me something I could not believe. I had an ECTOPIC pregnancy and an in utero pregnancy! They removed the ectopic embryo and saved the tube (my only one left). The doctor said I would probably miscarry and that I should rest.

Five months later, I had a beautiful bouncing boy! Connor was an angel sent from Heaven. I cried for the baby that never could be and for what Connor would have had! I still cry. I still mourn.

Well, the story's not over. Two years later, I was on birth control pills and the pain began. I thought-this is impossible! I figured it was just abdominal cramps or something. My doctor told me to take a pregnancy test, and I laughed.  I said "No way. I am not pregnant." My friend and neighbor brought and hpt over and we tested. It was positive. OH MY GOD!! But I only had one tube! Well, off to ER yet again. The nurses and doctors all recognized me, especially the ultrasound technicians. They had heard about Connor and couldn't believe I was back. This time it was obviously an ectopic. Rolling into the OR, I told Dr. Fleming, "Just take it all.  I can't handle this anymore!" My husband cried for me.

I woke up to find that they did have to remove the last tube and also the ovary. Now at 31, I only have one ovary. 

I was brought to this website from a person on another website where I was doing research on In-Vitro Fertilization. We want another child and are starting the procedure this July 2000. We are only going to try once.