Then we get to the high risk doctor's office. The ultrasound tech spends about 5 minutes looking at the monitor, prints out a profile picture of Madeline for us, and then says, "I think the doctor is going to want to look at this so just hang tight for me for a minute and we'll be right back, okay?"
The doctor is pretty confident that the placenta has grown through the uterine wall, and he pointed out multiple areas of concern. They also highlighted an area of concern where it's getting uncomfortably close to some of my other organs. As those of you who have been following this might remember, this was the worst degree of accreta and one that we thought we had avoided.
He said he doesn't recommend that my doctors even attempt to save the uterus because the bleeding would be too bad and we would be risking major hemorrhage. He also thinks they need to come in from the top of the uterus (instead of through my original incision site near my bikini line) because it's pretty much the only way to avoid hitting the placenta.
Watching his face during all of this was one of the worst feelings of my life. He knew we were now in the worst-case scenario position and he was not happy to deliver the news. We told him that we wanted them to do what they needed to do, and we meant it...but it's still not fun to see your high risk doctor stress out while looking at your ultrasound.
The operating room is booked and at least three doctors will be in the room. Steve will not be allowed in, but he will be waiting and ready to go with Madeline to the NICU. 4 units of blood have been ordered, along with some kind of contraption that will allow them to recycle my blood back into me if they need it. I have a pre-op appointment with the anesthesiologist on Friday and we're just going to hope that we don't have to go into an emergency situation before next week.
I just want all of this to be over.
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