Bridget poses a good* question:
"A question - if you keep your uterus and get pregnant again, what are the chances of this happening again?"
The chances are so good that I will have some form of a placental disorder that Dr. Special and my OB have agreed to treat any future pregnancy with the assumption that I will have increta (or worse) and plan for a c-section hysterectomy. This doesn't mean that they won't still do diagnostic work to determine what they will be faced with, should this ever even come to fruition, but they have all universally assured me that I will not have more than one more pregnancy.
But wait! There's more: Perhaps the larger issue here is that this c-section and surgery to remove the placenta may have another consequence. More uterine scarring. Get it! Do you see it? The irony?! Really, one must admire the perfection of the catch-22.
If they manage to save my uterus, we will be beyond cautious with regards to contraception until such time as we think we're ready to try again. At that point, we'll do another HSG to check out the uterine situation. It may well mean another laparoscopy/hysteroscopy, balloon-in-the-hoo-ha treatment. And all of this is just to get back to the point where we could attempt another pregnancy.
Oh... and (wait for it) of course (here it comes) the further irony (yes!) is that all of these surgeries will have made my uterus EVEN MORE suseptible to placental disorders! HAAAHAA!
And let us say nothing of what might happen should a subsequent pregnancy end in, oh, say miscarriage.
So, you see my kind readers, saving my uterus is the immediate goal, but it is by no means the end to my saga. That said, I will still mutter, "PLLEEEEEEEASE don't take it out!" throughout Monday's surgery. 'Cause although she can be a tempermental bitch, I really do love this uterus 'o mine.
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*I had a high school teacher who once defined for us the difference between a good question and an interesting one. A good question being one she could answer.
