Our reader series of women recounting stories of medical pain—and the doctors who often misdiagnosis it—ran in eight installments last fall. But suddenly this week we got two more emails, so perhaps the series is still getting passed around a lot. In any case, these new stories are compelling in their own right. This reader struggled with multiple health problems:
When I was seven months pregnant with my third child, my doctor put me on bed rest because my cervix was basically non-existent it was so thin, exactly like my previous two pregnancies (both of which I was on bed rest, and both of which I delivered four weeks early). Four weeks before my due date with baby #3, I spent the better part of the day in excruciating agony but refused to go to the hospital because it did not feel like labor pains.
My husband took me anyway, and they determined that I must be in labor, even though I wasn’t dilated at all and kept trying to tell them the pain was in a different part of my abdomen—more under my ribs and in my back. A medicine was given to me to start labor and a few hours later my son was born four weeks prematurely. (He is eight years old now and still suffers with his lungs and other physical issues due to his early delivery.)
But my pain didn’t go away.