Just Had a Miscarriage and Pregnant Again
Disclaimer: This story contains details of miscarriage that may be upsetting to some.
"E'er since I can recall there were very few things I knew I absolutely wanted to exist, from the typical little daughter's wishes of wanting to exist a princess, or veterinary, maybe even an artist. On the listing merely 2 things really never changed: I wanted to exist a wife, and most of all, a mom! Fast forrad to being 19 years sometime. I met and began dating the person who would become my husband. At 22, I finished nursing school and in short order engaged at 23 and married shortly after my 24th birthday. Life was seemingly working out just equally I had always hoped.
Subsequently getting married my husband and I decided that we would 'wait' a yr before starting a family unit and just take the time to enjoy life and each other. The year flew by and was filled with adventures. Once our first anniversary came and went, we agreed that anytime now would be just fine to have a babe.
So began a journey I never idea I would have to take, nor one I always wanted… 6 months into trying for a infant and still nothing. I began to suspect that something could be wrong, however, I was assured that it could be up to a year before I became significant. The more than time went on and the more negative tests, the more discouraged I felt. Most 9 months in my hubby was getting laid off from work for up to 1 year. Thankfully prior to this, we had heard rumors of information technology so I was able to switch jobs so we could maintain insurance in the meantime. The layoff wasn't the shock, notwithstanding. Finally getting a positive pregnancy test the morning prior to his last shift was…
The timing was non ideal, just we knew we wanted this baby. We were determined to go far all work. A week goes by. I tell my parents since I figured they would be the starting time to suspect anything. My mom convinced me to call my doctor to confirm the pregnancy and effigy out the side by side steps. I was able to get in apace and had the blood exam done. My doctor chosen with results the next day saying I was indeed pregnant! However, the next thing was a slight gut punch; my numbers were low and he wanted me to come in the adjacent mean solar day for a echo draw. The next day I had the test washed and waited over again for the results. The doctor called me while I was at work at a local hospital to inform me that my numbers had barely risen. I was having a miscarriage…
I broke, defeated. My doctor prepare an ultrasound at my work to confirm and my husband met me at that place. The ultrasound was never what I pictured my first 1 would be like. Nosotros left with no pictures, no smiles, only an, 'I'm pitiful for your loss.' We were devastated, and I was angry. Though I know it'southward not uncommon, I had the 'it won't be me' attitude. I was wrong. We had a preplanned vacation already scheduled for the next month and then we agreed to go enjoy some time and try again the following month. At this point, my doctor recommended we try Clomid. Clomid is a drug used to essentially stimulate ovulation. My physician figured since information technology had already been over a year of trying at that point, it could be worth a shot.
Clomid round 1. Success! Right before Thanksgiving came a positive pregnancy exam! Excited but cautious, I knew I could miscarry again but it would be less likely. A couple of weeks later I began to take some hurting and cramping. I texted my mom to call my doctor since I was working and didn't have much time to get to my phone. She did and no sooner did I take a handful of missed calls from my doctor and multiple voicemails to phone call him back immediately. (I should note this man was my mom's doctor.) I was able to talk to him and run down to the lab for a blood draw and have an ultrasound afterward piece of work at the dispensary adjacent door. Lone this fourth dimension, before the tech could even say annihilation, I could already see miscarriage number 2.
At this point, I felt every emotion. Angry, mad, sad, dislocated. We made it through the month and Christmas. Circular iii and four of Clomid…cipher. In March my parents decided to motion across the country and being that I had some fourth dimension off, I went with them to assistance them move. I think in retrospect I only needed a break. I spent 10 days with my parents and returned domicile. Only to find out a week or so afterwards I was pregnant for the tertiary time in about eight months. This fourth dimension around I swore I would look until eight weeks to be seen. The odds of miscarrying a 3rd time in a row is virtually one%.
No way information technology could happen over again, right? At this bespeak my insurance had changed, which forced me to switch providers. However, to get into a new i, I needed a referral. My old md wasn't all that happy about the 'red tape' more or less, and so he called and made my appointment himself and told me when I was being seen. I met my new physician, and he began to run tests and an ultrasound. My hubby was with me, smiling away as the doctor pointed out the body parts on the screen. Head, torso, etc. Me beingness ever-and so-myself, I looked at the doctor and asked, 'Where is the flicker?' He replied, 'No heartbeat.' He said it may just exist too early and to come back in one week for another browse. Claret levels looked good, but the scan was showing no heartbeat.
My doctor was out, and the roofing provider didn't want to call it. When I came back in 5 days, there was again no heartbeat. Everything else was growing, except my babe. I was having a missed miscarriage. My own trunk couldn't recognize the pregnancy was not viable. We came to the hard option to chemically induce 'expulsion,' however, after the medication, it failed. I needed to have dilation and curettage. Mechanical removal. I got significant in March and at the end of May (what should have been nearly the terminate of my beginning trimester) I was saying goodbye to baby number 3. I was in the ane%.
Everything raised red flags. We saw genetics, hematology, and had a ridiculous amount of scans, tests, pokes, and prods. Consensus? Bad luck. I was a perfectly healthy young individual with no medically diagnosable fertility result. Cracking. In midst of the this, we said screw it. Allow'south endeavor one more time. We manifestly know what the worse example is. And right before our appointment with a genetics counselor, we were significant again for the 4th time. Genetics recommend progesterone as a Hail Mary with no other suggestions because we were the anomaly. I don't know if it's worse to have no reply at all or to have an answer that you don't like.
I followed pregnancy number four closely. Thankfully, at this signal, I switched over to the dispensary and pretty much had my OBGYN downwards the hall regularly. All was well at the 14-week scan and DNA tests came back normal for a daughter! At twenty weeks, nosotros learned the baby was breeched. The placenta was in front and the cord was placed a little far off to the side, just it was all manageable.
34 weeks came and our large, breeched baby was measuring seven pounds. Yay c-section! 36 weeks: preeclampsia, bed rest. 37 weeks: half dozen days to infant day. I'll salvage y'all the horror stories simply some things were missed. The pain post-op was non good. 60 to 90 seconds after my little girl made her entrance I had chest pain that quickly began to move up through my neck, face, and finally my head. I was able to tell the anesthetist exactly what was happening before my oxygen saturation dropped and I turned blue and went unconscious.
But I eventually came back around! Everything seemed seamless. In fact, I never even knew I lost consciousness until I was told later. The anesthesiologist I thankfully knew was right by my side, and somehow I was able to joke near him standing in my vomit. Gross, I know. Eventually, everything stabilized and a while subsequently I got to concord and exist with my girl! The following day I was informed that though they couldn't be certain, it was probable I had an air embolism that prodigal.
This whole journeying has been a wild ride. Yet despite all of the craziness, I wouldn't change a affair. I accept my girl, my babe. I'thou a mom to her and at present her sister! (Pregnancy number 5 was easy.) I'll never forget my offset three; considering of them, I am the mom I am today. They were wanted, wished for, and prayed for, only if things were unlike my girls wouldn't be here. For that, I've learned to be okay with it all.
Being a mom afterwards miscarriage is a weird twisted grief with happiness, sprinkled with a lilliputian bit of guilt and wondering what could take been, nevertheless not wanting to change it. To this day sure I will never fully wrap my head around it all, merely I'm but going to savor the now."
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