January 31st, 2016
(written by lawrence krubner, however indented passages are often quotes). You can contact lawrence at: firstname.lastname@example.org
I told the doctor that I kept having visions of my organs colliding like a lava lamp. As it turned out, there’s a name for that problem—the “placenta accreta,” wherein the placenta merges too deeply into the uterus, causing hemorrhaging and potentially a need for a hysterectomy. It’s life-threatening for both the baby and the mother.
The doctor ordered an MRI so that he would be able to see whether an accreta had formed. If the result was positive, he would be present the day of delivery and perform the surgery under a controlled environment. But the MRI came back negative.
Still, I felt certain that I was in trouble even after the test results were in. I knew I wasn’t crazy. But everyone—including my husband—thought I was.
…In fact, Dr. Lim told me that as I was wheeled into the operating room to deliver Jacob, she told the attending physician anesthesiologist, “I have a bad feeling about this.” The fact that she was willing to vocalize that fear may have helped prepare other medical staff to watch closely for signs of trouble.
I’ve reached out to a number of members of the medical community in the aftermath of my experience. Everyone I’ve spoken with says there’s no medical explanation for my premonitions. But some have noted cases in which a patient’s sense of impending doom can be indicative of a future heart attack, seizure or other medical conditions.