“Promise me you’ll always remember: You’re braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think.”
I’m a little foggy on the details of when exactly I had my HSG, but I’m fairly certain in was in March of 2016.
I have a friend who was diagnosed with a unicornate uterus, so I was already pretty familier with the details of the procedure. I was told that it wouldn’t hurt much, but that I should take some ibuprofen before just in case I experienced cramping.
I went into the exam room while my husband waited outside and got set up for the HSG. The women getting me ready explained the procedure again, and showed me the monitor that would show me what was happening inside my Fallopian tubes.
The doctor came in next and introduced himself. I was seeing the other doctor in my practice that day, and we had not met yet.
The doctor told me he would be inserting the cathader, before inflating the balloon to release the dye into my tubes.
All I can remember after that was pain. I was in so much agony that my vision went blurry and spotty. I turned white, and started shaking on the table, but was told that I needed to remain still. I didn’t have anything to hold onto, so I gripped the side of the table. Tears started leaking out of my eyes at first, and then pouring out.
I could tell by the look on the nurse’s face that this was not supposed to be happening. She was trying to keep me calm, and was saying soothing things, but everything hurt so badly. It was all I could do to stop myself from convulsing in pain.
Finally, the pain lessened slightly and the nurse showed me the dye flowing through my Fallopian tubes. This was very good news. Everything seemed to be working as it should.
I was still in so much pain.
The doctor explained that I have a stenotic cervix, which he had not expected. He told me that my cervix was basically closed, and he had to reopen it in order to insert the catheter. This was why I was in so much pain.
He was very compassionate and kind, which was helpful. I had to stay on the exam table for a few minutes and compose myself before I could leave. Even after waiting that time, I could barely walk. On my way out, I asked for the term for my condition again, because I knew I’d never remember in the state I was in. The nurse wrote it down for me.
Driving home was extremely difficult, and when I got back I collapsed on my bed with a heating pad. After a while, I finally fell asleep, exhausted from the pain.
I woke up three hours later, pulled out my phone and did a Google search for stenotic cervix.
“Cervical stenosis is narrowing of the passageway through the cervix (the lower part of the uterus).”
In my case, this diagnoses also increases the likelihood that I have endometriosis, as it is a leading cause of cervical stenosis.
Before leaving the office, I had been told that now that my cervix has been opened I may conceive right away. We decided to try again for three months. I should add that my new blood work also came back, and everything looked really great.
So that was it. Three more months of trying, and the next step would be getting my husband checked.
It was a really difficult couple of months.