I was five months pregnant with my first child when I experienced a sharp pain in my chest on the right side. I was shopping with my husband and I had to sit down it was so intense. The pain was gone in a minute or two, and I stood back up and continued my shopping. We both assumed it was a normal pain associated with pregnancy, and considering it was my right side and not my left, I didn't think to tell my doctor. I do, however, remember that episode vividly, the pain was so bad. The rest of the pregnancy was essentially a breeze and we soon were fawning over our little girl.
The next episode that sticks out in my mind was when my daughter was eight weeks old. I had spent alot of time for a few days holding her because she was fussy. She had also just started smiling so I was leaning over her bassinet constantly, watching her play and sleep. One night my back started to get tight. I thought it was just back pain because of my leaning and holding, but it was not abating with a back rub or with pain medicine. Soon the pain was so bad that I admitted to my husband we needed to go to the emergency room. When we arrived, after waiting the usual ER amount of time for non-critical patients, the physician's assistant did a chest x-ray, which came back fine, and agreed with my assessment of a back strain. Never trust a physician's assistant that automatically agrees with your assessment. So after spending many hours in the ER with my tiny baby in the waiting room, I had a stronger painkiller and that was it.
The next episode that sticks out in my mind was when my daughter was eight weeks old. I had spent alot of time for a few days holding her because she was fussy. She had also just started smiling so I was leaning over her bassinet constantly, watching her play and sleep. One night my back started to get tight. I thought it was just back pain because of my leaning and holding, but it was not abating with a back rub or with pain medicine. Soon the pain was so bad that I admitted to my husband we needed to go to the emergency room. When we arrived, after waiting the usual ER amount of time for non-critical patients, the physician's assistant did a chest x-ray, which came back fine, and agreed with my assessment of a back strain. Never trust a physician's assistant that automatically agrees with your assessment. So after spending many hours in the ER with my tiny baby in the waiting room, I had a stronger painkiller and that was it.
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