So much has happened in this past week… I’ll try to recap briefly…
– Last Tuesday (4-8-14), a week ago, we had our first ultrasound. We saw a heartbeat! A sweet, little blip and a heartbeat! The baby was on the upper right side of my uterus and there was no way of knowing if it attached to my septum (fatal) or if it was attached to the side of the uterus. The heartbeat was not as fast as my doctor would have liked, but the ultrasound technician said that she believed the heart just started beating 8-12 hours before. My progesterone wasn’t going up the way my ob would have liked, so we switched from 300mg of progesterone to 600mg. I now am taking one pill twice daily and one suppository twice daily–MUCH more comfortable.
– On 4-9-14 my ob’s nurse called me and told me my HcG levels… This would have been from the blood draw on the 8th. They were 19,075. She said they weren’t doubling like my doctor wanted and that I would miscarry. Not might. Not maybe. Would. I was a little stunned, only because my husband and I were shooting for 19,000 because of what we have read online. Your levels don’t double after they get above 6,000. They start doubling every 96+ hours. Color me confused. I told her this, and she said, “No… I’m sorry. They aren’t doubling.” What. The. Hell. So I called my reproductive endocrinologist and spoke with the nurse. She said, “I don’t know whey they’re checking your levels every 48 hours… After we have a heartbeat and your levels are above 6,000, we stop checking the levels because they don’t matter.” I was heart broken. I didn’t know what to think of believe. After talking to my husband, we decided to disregard what my ob said and carry on as normal. P.S. The ob told me to stay on all meds… including heparin. If she really believed I was going to miscarry, why stay on heparin? P.P.S My best friend had her baby. Yeah!
– On 4-10-14 I had my levels drawn again and my ob’s office called me on the 11th. HcG was at 24,416… The number was what my husband and I were looking for. The nurse said, “Your numbers are still going up, but you will miscarry. If you start bleeding more than a pad an hour, go to the emergency room. If you pass anything larger than a plum, go to the emergency room.” Heart crushed again… My numbers were going up… and I’m not bleeding… why are you saying this??? I called my RE’s office again… The poor nurse there said, “I don’t know why they’re putting you through this…” That makes two of us. I told her that we all know how this can/could/might end, but if my numbers are up, why are they saying this? The RE’s nurse said, “There are only two ways of confirming that you are having a miscarriage… If you no longer have a heartbeat or if you’re bleeding. I sent texts to my husband saying that I wanted a new doctor and that they were just upsetting and confusing me by saying these things. He told me to find a new doctor and to not talk to my doctor’s office. Well. That’s a little difficult to do on such short notice… AND, I was still told to stay on all meds, including heparin.
– On 4-12 and 4-14 I had more blood levels drawn, but I do not know the results of them yet. I anticipate a call from my ob’s office later today. I don’t know if I will answer the phone. My husband and I had discussed just not getting the HcG numbers from the doctor’s office if the RE’s office puts no stock in the numbers anyway. All they do is depress me. I still feel ok. Only mild cramping some of the time (uterus stetching?). I’m still taking folic acid, prenatal vitamins, 600mgs of progesterone and heparin twice daily. I was 7 weeks as of 4-12.
– On 4-17 we have our second “viability” ultrasound. I don’t know what to anticipate. Obviously, I know that I want to see a faster heartbeat. I want to see a baby at 7 weeks and 5 days. I want my HcG levels to have gone up (at least a little). I don’t want to see the ultrasound tech’s face if she can’t see a heartbeat. I don’t want to see my husband’s face if there isn’t a heartbeat. I don’t want to feel my chest crush beneath me if there’s no heartbeat.
We all know how this still can end. No one knows the outcome.
I have found myself jealous of pregnant women. Like, vehemently jealous/angry. I have come across no less than a dozen pregnant women and I still find myself going, “Why not me…? Oh yeah, I’m pregnant.” No, I didn’t forget that I was pregnant, I simply realized that I probably won’t get to the point they are at. I told my husband this, and he said, “But you don’t know their struggle. Maybe they had miscarriages, too. Maybe those are their miracle babies.” Ahh. I can’t be angry at someone for being pregnant. I am pregnant. What the Hell is my problem.
I’m scared for the future. Every day is a blessing/struggle/hurdle. Every bathroom visit is a gift from God when I don’t see blood (I only swipe once for fear that if I swipe twice, I might see blood.) Every morning that I wake up and I’m not laying in a pool of blood is wonderful. I’m literally taking it day by day, minute by minute.