So, when I was pregnant all I could tell to my little one inside me was “You better be cute and do a trick!”. I would have never thought the trick was going to be done on me!

Soon after sweet baby was born, I had an intense pain in between my ribs, it was very similar to gastritis but much more intense, labor intense.

I took four Tums during each pain attack and after one hour of cold sweat and bending over, I would be okay. This would have been in repeat mode once a month.

After 6 months with recurring pain, one night during my worse attack and with no immediate relief after taking Tums, my husband took me to the emergency room at Royal Columbia Hospital. The pain subsided by the time I arrived there, however I stayed to see if the doctors could provide an explanation to my sudden pain.

All I got was an order to get an ultrasound the following day. Better than nothing I guess.

My ultrasound results were: diaphragm tear and multiple small gallstones. What the hell was that? I’ve never heard of this before.

I went to visit the specialist referred by my family doctor. The consensus was to get the gallbladder removed.

I was terrified. I’ve never had surgery before. I have always been good to my body, always loved it, cheerished it and respected it. I still believe in treating our bodies with respect so that they respond in the same way.

But, why did I get this? Did I do something to deserve it? Please Doctor, tell me.

Apparently, one cause for gallstones is pregnancy. The baby could have been pressing the gallbladder forcing those stones to move out.

I guess, after all, my little bundle of joy came with a trick.