Category Archives: Pregnancy

Bye, bye Birdie.

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Yesterday we had our second “viability” ultrasound. There was no heartbeat. The baby had not grown from 6 weeks, 4 days, in fact, it got smaller to 6 weeks and 1 or 2 days.

I stopped all meds… No more heparin, no more progesterone. We’re assuming the septum is the cause of the demise, but no one can really say for sure. Little Poult didn’t even have a fighting chance.

Of course I was given the option of letting it pass naturally or having a D&C. The only reason for doing a D&C is so they can “test the product.” For now, I’m choosing things to happen on their own time. I haven’t started bleeding yet, but based on the way I feel, I’m sure it’s coming soon.

As I type this, I’m at a loss for words. There’s so much to say and yet, nothing at all. Upset and devastated just aren’t strong enough. Where do we go from here? Talk of another septum resection surgery… freezing my eggs until we have a surrogate… getting a vasectomy…

How did I even get here?

When did I become someone who couldn’t give my husband the most basic, primal thing? When did I stop wanting to try again? What the hell is this feeling? Is this postpartum? How did I climb out of this hole three times before? How did I become an unpregnant pregnant woman? How did I become a mother to no one? Why are there no answers? How the fuck did I become someone who has another dead baby inside of them?

Tomorrow’s my 34th birthday. When my best friend and I were talking on Tuesday, she asked how I was going to spend my birthday. I told her, “I just want to spend the day pregnant.” I should have amended that and said that I wanted to spend the day pregnant with a live baby. Stupid me.

I don’t know where I go from here… I am going off of Facebook. I can’t handle another ultrasound/pregnant belly/first birthday/here’s my sick kid/Easter picture. I don’t want to work because some pregnant woman might come in. I might have to help yet another mom figure out the perfect shade of baby blue for the nursery. I might have to design a nursery or a kids room. I don’t want to read blogs anymore. I can’t hear about dead babies and potential pregnancies anymore. We try, and try, and for what? This? This, my friends, is shit.

I’m just going to have to do what I can do. Cry, sleep and wait.

 

 

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Pregnant Woman Jealous of Pregnant Women

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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.

 

 

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A short recap/update:

Here are the levels again (two new ones added):

 

March 24th: HcG was 430, Progesterone 16.61

March 26th: HcG was 1,066, Progesterone 16.16 (it went down?! After googling this, apparently this does fluctuate)

March 31st: HcG was 3,795, Progesterone 20

April 2nd: HcG was 6880, Progesterone 18 (down again)

April 4th: HcG was 9254, Progesterone 14 (down even further)

April 6th: Still waiting on results. Went to the immediate care to get blood work done. They want every 48 hours, no matter what.

 

When I talked to the doctor on Saturday the 5th, they wanted me to stay on heparin and triple my dosage of progesterone. You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.

A couple of things about progesterone:

I started taking it three days after I ovulated, just like my RE wanted me to. Once I had a positive pregnancy test, I was supposed to stay on it. If I had a negative test, I was supposed to get off of it and wait for my period. During this time frame, when I was taking the progesterone I discovered last month, when I was pregnant, the progesterone didn’t give me any side effects. I didn’t have the extreme cramping that I had in prior months. Conclusion: If I took the progesterone and I was cramping super bad, I wasn’t pregnant. If I didn’t have cramping, I was pregnant. Good to know.

What the doctor/nurses have failed to tell me is that if you’re taking suppositories, you HAVE to clean it out at least once a day. I found this out the hard way, after they wanted me to double my progesterone. I just kept putting it in, thinking that’s what I was supposed to do. Yeah. Imagine the build up. I was so swollen and sore a few days ago, so painful. My husband had to help “clean me out” because I couldn’t bare to do it. I felt so much better once everything was out. So, now that I’m on a triple dose, it’s triple the fun. I’m alternating between Crinone (the gel) and the Endometrin (the suppositories). I seem to do better with the gel (it seems to absorb much better), but for some reason the doctor wants me on suppositories only (which is 6 suppositories a day!). I’m so far beyond uncomfortable. I can’t have sex with my husband because I’m so swollen, sore and uncomfortable.

Tomorrow we have our first ultrasound. I’m so terrified. If I’m really 7 weeks, we should be able to see Baby Poult; we should be able to hear the heartbeat. I’m going to talk to the doctor about getting oral progesterone or getting shots. Or a combination of pills, shots and suppositories. My vagina can’t take too much more right now.

Going back to past pregnancies… The second baby made it to day 51… the third baby made it to day 45. Today is day 51. If I make it through the day, this will be my second longest pregnancy (the first one went to 12 weeks). My doctor was fine with my HcG levels for this pregnancy; they’re so much higher than past pregnancies… I’m worried about my progesterone, though. The fact that it’s going down is definitely not a good sign. I’m so worried and scared. The longer I’m pregnant the more chance I risk of having to have surgery if I do miscarry. I’m trying not to think about that, but obviously that thought never goes away. I’m so happy that the pregnancy has lasted this long. We’ll see what tomorrow brings. Hopefully the numbers are good. Hopefully there’s a baby with a yolk sac hanging out in my uterus, comfy and cozy.

April 13th I should have been baby #2’s one year birthday. My best friend is due to give birth any minute. Life is so ironic.

April Fools

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Eleven years ago I called my mom while on my way to school (college) and told her she was going to be a grandma. She remembered it was April Fools Day; I didn’t. Whoops. Bad timing on my part. Spoiler alert, she still isn’t a grandma.

So today, eleven years later I find myself pregnant again, torturing myself.

Here’s a Baby Poult update:

March 24th: HcG was 430, Progesterone 16.61

March 26th: HcG was 1,066, Progesterone 16.16 (it went down?! After googling this, apparently this does fluctuate)

March 31st: HcG was 3,795, Progesterone 20

Last period was on February 16th, so, like I posted before, unless I ovulated on day 22 (which, to my knowledge has never happened), it doesn’t make sense. Depending on which chart you look at, my levels are still low. I wish they were higher, but I’ll take what I can get at this point. Next blood draw is tomorrow night–I’m finally going back to work. I work 7-6 with an hour drive both ways, so it makes for a very long day.

I was just thinking how funny ironic it is that some of us have bad eggs/ovaries and can’t ovulate properly but have a fully functioning uterus. My eggs/ovaries are seemingly fine, but my uterus is a “hostile environment.” I have no problem getting pregnant, it’s the staying pregnant thing that I have issues with. It’s too bad we can’t work out some kind of deal. I guess they do do that don’t they. Blah. Gibberish.

Symptom update:

I’m still saying prayers before and after going to the bathroom. Before I go to the bathroom it’s, “Please let there be no blood, no blood, no blood” (think “no whammies, no whammies, no whammies, GO!”) After going to the bathroom and wiping, “Thank God, there was no blood, thank you, thank you, thank you.” Sad, I know.

Heparin: I didn’t take my Heparin shot last night or this morning until I found out my numbers today. I didn’t take it last night because I swear I can feel my cervix opening. Seriously, no joke. I was leaking a clear fluid, like water, and I was sure that I was miscarrying… And this did happen during the last miscarriage. We were on our way back from visiting my husband’s family and I could literally feel my cervix opening up. I was leaking clear liquid then as well (we assumed amniotic fluid?) and a day later, I started bleeding. So last night we were freaking out, crying and scared. I guess I’m ok because the levels increased and I’ve still had no blood. Thank God for that.

My vagina is on fire. Serious burning going on down there. I called the doctor and asked about it and the nurse said that it could be from all the progesterone. As long as it’s tolerable, I shouldn’t worry. I guess if I get the urge to stick a fire extinguisher up my who-ha, then I know enough is enough?

I don’t mean to complain, I really don’t. Some days I don’t know how I make it through the day. This being pregnant thing is making me crazy. Every move I make I think I’m going to start hemorrhaging. I wish, for just one minute–one second, I could take a deep breath and just relax.

I shouldn’t complain. I am so happy to be pregnant. I’m truly grateful for the ability to try this one more time.

But damn, this is not easy.

 

Poult Update

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Yesterday I found out my HcG levels doubled! On Monday they were 430 and on Wednesday on 1,066! This was fantastic news. I was/am super [cautiously] excited. My progesterone was still hovering around 16 (should be between 12-84), but I did double my dosage, so I’m hoping the next draw they will be higher. This is the highest my HcG has been out of the last three pregnancies (not including my first one when I made it to 12 weeks).

The levels are not where I should be if you go back to my last period. According to these HcG levels I’m at day 34. I thought I was on day 41 (according to my period.) I’m almost a week off, which is fine, I just want to get past day 45 and 51 (see previous post). I thought tomorrow I would be at six weeks and instead I’ll be five weeks on Sunday. I’ll have my blood levels checked again on Monday (day 37)  and get the results on Tuesday. My HcG needs to be around 6,880, which is where I thought I should have been at for my first blood drawing. Confusing, I know. I guess it’s possible that I ovulated a week later than what I thought (CD22? weird), but I’ll take it.

I gotta admit, this has been such a roller coaster. My hormones are all over the place. I’m not hungry at all; not craving any foods. My stomach is the continued splotchy mess and my vagina feels like Niagara Falls. My breasts are so tender and I have no energy. Please understand that I’m NOT complaining, it’s just amazing what I’m putting my body through for a baby. (We’ve all been there.) When I took the first two pregnancy tests, I was devastated that they weren’t positive. Then I got the positive, and I wasn’t expecting it–I was hysterical. Here we go again. Oh my God, I can’t lose another baby. No!  This has totally taken me in so many different directions.

Going through this process has got to be a lot like giving birth. What I mean is, so many women say labor is a traumatic, gross experience; some say they would never do it again. But then you get the itch to have another baby, get pregnant, and you’re reminded once again how horrible the experience of labor was. It’s temporary amnesia. We go through the same process… We try for so long to get pregnant, get pregnant and freak out because we know what can happen. We have a miscarriage, mourn the loss, grieve, and then we are ready to try again. Being in the place I am right now, I’m highly/intensely reminded of how this experience feels. I wanted this baby more than life itself and now that I’m here, it’s like, wow, did I wish for this? Why didn’t I remember how totally out of control I feel when I’m pregnant? Why didn’t I remember what it’s like to feel so happy and so terrified in the same minute? Why didn’t I remember that every bathroom trip was going to be a traumatic event? What if I lost this baby? What then? Why did I do this to myself?

Because the end result is worth it. Because journey is just as important as the destination. Day by day, I’ll get through this, however it turns out. Right now, Baby Poult and I are good. We’re together, we’re growing, one of us physically and the other mentally,emotionally and spiritually. I wouldn’t change a second of this crazy ride.

Poult

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The last couple days have gone by in a blur.

On Monday afternoon I had my blood drawn. On Tuesday afternoon I found out what my numbers were; they were not stellar. My HcG was 430 and my Progesterone was 16. Not good. According to my calculations my HcG should have been roughly 6,880. A “normal” pregnancy range for Progesterone is 12-84. I’m on the low side of average. After talking to the nurse, she said, “I know it’s discouraging, but we won’t know anything until the second draw.” She called me back about 20 minutes later and said the doctor wanted me to double my progesterone. They’re doing everything they can to help me.

I was at physical therapy for my shoulder when I received the news. It took everything in my power to not start crying right then and there. The second I got in my car, I lost it. Thankfully, I only had a four mile drive home. I walked in the house and my husband could immediately tell something was wrong. I couldn’t get the words out. I just started to cry on his shoulder. He apologized over and over… but I am the one who is sorry. I can’t give him baby.

I cried and cried that night. I fell asleep in my husband’s arms. I needed that.

Now, I know that it’s very possible I ovulated a week later than I thought. It’s possible that I’m a week behind what I thought I was. But that’s what we thought last time. Last time, the same scenario happened. I thought I was X amount of weeks but my numbers were low, so we assumed that maybe I just ovulated a week later than I thought… and we were wrong.

I’m still holding onto a shred of hope here. I doubled my progesterone (I don’t know how that helps, all I do is leak the stuff all day and all night…) and I’m still on heparin. My stomach is a purple, blue, green, yellow splotchy mess. I will hopefully have the results of yesterday’s blood work in a few hours.

I told my husband last night that us getting pregnant is a lot like buying a lotto ticket. You hold onto that ticket for a couple of days fantasizing about what you would do with the money. I would form the largest no-kill animal shelter in the country, do all I could for women in our situation and pay off student loans and a modest home. I want a farm with pigs, goats, horses and chickens. Cows and ducks would be fun too. But it’s a dream.

Right now we’re holding our lottery ticket waiting for the numbers to come in. We’re fantasizing about the future… The clothes, the pictures, the nursery, the baby smells.

Not everyone can win the jackpot, but it’s sure fun to fantasize.

Poult… you know how all those crazy pregnant women name their baby? “My Little Bean”, “My Peanut” or whatever else the ultrasound picture looks like… Well, we named ours Poult. (And no, we don’t have an ultrasound yet.) Why Poult? Well, I’ve always called my husband “Pumpkin” and he’s always called me “Turkey.” Weird, I know, but it’s cute… He calls me his Turkey (can’t remember how that started, I think something to do with pumpkins, turkey’s, Thanksgiving, etc.) So I asked him this morning what a baby turkey was called. He didn’t know, so I looked it up. They’re called Poults. So now we have a baby Poult (like the word poultry.) I think it’s cute–I didn’t want to go with the non-original “bean” or “peanut.”

So here’s hoping my Poult pulls through… I keep looking at the clock waiting until I can call. The numbers have to at least doubled for this to be a positive thing. Here’s hoping and praying!

Checkin’ In

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Two nights ago I started to feel nauseous. My mom thinks it’s all in my head. Either way, I didn’t get sick yet.

My breasts have been really tender the last few days. My belly is bruised from the heparin shots. My vagina is constantly leaking from the progesterone suppositories. I’m more tired than normal, but I can’t nap for fear of missing a moment with this baby.

I love this baby.

Yesterday I was supposed to get my blood drawn early in the morning. I hesitated until 4:00 in the afternoon to get it drawn. I wasn’t ready for them to give me the results, so I thought if I waited until later in the day I would have one more day of being an ignorantly happy pregnant lady. They will call me later today to give me the HcG and progesterone levels.

Everything has gotten a lot more complicated in the last 72 hours. My doctor is out of the country until April 4th and we found out we don’t have insurance. It’s a long complicated story, I won’t bore you with the details. Right now, we’re paying out of pocket for my heparin and blood work.

The timing on things never ceases to amaze me. I pray that my levels will be good and that we can get insurance soon.