History of ectopic pregnancy and the truth about the morning after pill.

Anyone who knows me knows that I was never that person who does everything right and always chooses the stable. No! In the river of life, I went there not wet the trotters, I dove. I like to take risks and this is a characteristic of mine, without it, would have made me to be someone else. Without it, the life I had, I would not have had. This feature my made me know the best and worst of life I lived. And okay.

The problem is not to take risks, but knowing the risks you are running. And we women, because of the corporate interests of pharmaceutical companies rarely come to know the risks we are running with things that are already so usual as the contraceptive pill and the morning after pill.

The contraceptive I do not ever take millennia ago, when I discovered that my swelling and bad moods came of those daily doses of hormones that do not let me be who I really am. In us women, hormone is all. Ever stopped to think that consuming any daily dose that is the hormone has a great impact on your body and mind? For think. And talking to because experience in chemical I have.

Gratitude by feminists who have been there burning bras, everything's just right. But would the pill the best contraceptive option for women? It would be the pill a woman's invention for women Marisa? Or is it an idea of ​​sexual freedom to the consequences of expense that affect ONLY the woman? Think about that when you have a little time. I have thought, I not take!

Sex without a condom is better? Wow, a thousand times! But if there is a method such as a condom that does not affect the body and mind of any party, why not opt ​​for this? Because at the time of let's see, things are different. So when a man refuses to use, and you do not want children or serious consequences, try to think more about themselves.

My brief report: In the middle of 2015, saying goodbye to Ireland to come away to Brazil, I decided to enjoy my last days Bouas. And if there's one thing I like in this world, this thing called freedom, including sexual. Fucked yes no fault with how many wanted. All with condom, except for one.

I did not want to have sex without protection. But I know ... the guy wanted, and no protection was. The next day, obviously I take the pill the next day.The boy, paranoid, was already freaked out in the morning, thinking I would not, because then I came to know that a conversation he had with another girl on children had left him suspicious. (Hey, and why did not use a condom?).

Anyway ... I took the pill. But conheco my body: that day I felt that something was different in me. But I would only know even what it was about two weeks later when missing five days for my flight back to Brazil, did a test, and barely could hold to see the result: The pill had not worked. And if only for the fact that she did not have worked and I got pregnant, all right. The biggest drama would come later.

All that you do not want when you take a morning-after pill is pregnant, that's obvious. But I was not going to want to abort. My mind had to go "uhul am single and free in spite of poor and unemployed" to "Certo.Tenho to solve my life completely NOW" in just a few hours. People, we go through life making this transition, and I had to do in two minutes. I do not know where I got gallows.

I just tell the father of the child which was the situation, and that he needed to do nothing, etc. I would have alone etc and such child. You see, I had very few days to sort it all out, ran out of time, could hardly think, a thousand things going on at once. That situation, my friends! The boy, afff will not even say that freaked out. And suddenly, I found myself being questioned by his friends about my suitability, and the question whether that child was his. Hi?????

I looked at it and thought: How did did I get it? It was the CSI Criminal Investigation of pregnancy one night stand. Suddenly all neuroses and fear of foreigners had sprung up in that group, and I was now a stranger in the Old West that had deflowered a maiden. After many invitations to abortion with all expenses paid denied by me, and the declaration via a spokesman that the guy not be responsible for anything (something that I was ok since the beginning), I decided that I had not to go through what and prove suitability to anyone because I could have sex with 375 men, the child was still his. Bye galhere, ces is resolved to, and have a lot to worry about right now. In fact, gratitude to my friends and family. But the pain of those who are in a situation of this can only really be shared with the other party that generated the child.Then, the pain was mine alone. And seeing how the guy was emotionally fragile, still I tried to be strong for him, too.

But the story does not end there ... It gets even stranger things ... I came away to Brazil, almost crazy, not knowing what to do in life. I am studying without stopping because he had now to get a very good job. I never really wanted to be a mother, now worried about the whole future of a child who have decided, I had to be strong. But the first week in Brazil I began to see my body that something was not going well. I have a very strong connection with my body and a very sharp intuition. Every day, unconsciously much adrenaline began to take care of my body and I started to make sure that I was going to die. Each day that passed, I felt I was closer to death. And my mother thought it was noia, and I could not feel that a new life was coming, but that mine was going away. A certain irrational that I knew not explain until the day that confirmed the situation.

I did not understand what was happening to me, I began to think I was going to die in childbirth. I never had so much awareness and certainty of death.But I was accustomed me the idea of ​​being mother. Clothes, designs, all those things. But when he thought of the child itself, a very strong adrenaline and again the certainty of death arose within me, and I could not even see me with the child, not even see his face.

On the first ultrasonically, as we listened to the heartbeat of the baby and my sister and mother wept with emotion, came the news: the doctor looked at the strange face, and I felt there that had a problem. She turned off the sound of the heartbeat and said "is out of the womb." And I "as poe inside?". She was embarrassed to tell me directly, I could see on her face, "you will take a little medicine or have surgery." She did not have the courage to say. And I understood that the little medicine or surgery was meant for inside the womb.But it was not: it was to take, or take losing horn and everything. What????

Pregnancy in the tubes: this means that the egg was fertilized cute, but in the meantime of the morning after pill's action, he was there fertilized without going down the tubes to the uterus, for the moment it was going down, the pill took effect preventing the descent to the right place, but not preventing fertilization. What beauty huh galhere! SHOULD BE WRITTEN BEHIND EVERY PILL BOX, AS WELL DO WITH CIGARETTE. YOU CAN DIE! The tube is smaller than the thickness of a little finger, and has not elastic capacity for an event of this size: a baby growing inside her. As the fetus grows, a time bomb increases step in your body, because when the tube burst, will be internal bleeding without brakes, unless you are very lucky and get a lot to time in the hospital. Many women do not even know who are pregnant to get this bleeding, and should be mistaken for a super intense menstruation that will lead you to death.

How my life had jumped from "single and free uhul" to "I will be fucked mother" to "help, I will lose child and horn", as in weeks questing? But it could be worse, I could end up in "distress'm dying. goodbye. "Just writing now see how everything was so intense because the time we get kind of numb. That consultation to hear the heartbeat, I could not even go home. I was at risk of life and did not know. I still wanted to go home, I thought "come back tomorrow promise, but let me think about us." But the hospital banned and then I heard the doctor's mouth that I could have been dead some time, and it all made sense. And that pain and minor bleeding that I felt from time to time, it was now clear.

The procedure was so of emergency, which put me in front of other emergency surgeries. And look, the SUS're to be congratulated. To sum up: now my life had given another plot twist, and I, there awake surgery just felt the worst pain that physical and emotional world over the loss of grieving so much, but so many that I could not renumber. It was devastating to my family who have loved one who would be the first grandchild, but for me it was millions of times more devastating: I had felt the power of life and death so close, so fast, so intensely.

And the healing process of those pains was also not easy. Everyone thinks it will be quick and let it go. Are various stages, and, for me, one of them was getting traumatized about men. My body was traumatized, it was irrational.Once I went to a bathroom of a bar, and there were several man shirtless photos, and my heart was beating fast with fear, as if the man was a threat of death. And I had never lived this man's fear of the experience before. Afff.

Today I am healed now, it's okay, and now had forces to talk about it. But how many friends will go through this and other worse until the truth about the morning after pill is spread? Some things to know gent only to hear from one and another. And these are the things that should be spoken to all. In my case, #gratidao to life and life. I postponed death, because I needed to write this post before. Take care girls, think more about yourselves first. The man use a condom. And if you do not he go to hit a hand job.

Spread between amigue of you. Let's take care of each other because as Michael would say, "of not they care about us," and how would the Julian Casablancas: That was a cautionary tale, boombox is not a toy.