My hCG is less than 2 now, so it is considered negative. Either this afternoon or tomorrow I’ll be having a recurrent pregnancy loss panel, and then I have to book an appointment for two weeks from now to go over the results with Dr. Plante and talk about next steps. I chuckled myself, for yes, the waiting ALWAYS continues.
I really do swear I don’t think about this all the time, but sometimes our loss jumps out at me and I don’t expect it. Last night I was second shooting and there was this adorable family of three there. They had been dancing all night, mostly the dad (who was an incredible dancer!) and the little girl. She had to be two? Anyway, a slow song came on and the three danced together. I went from smiling while I was taking their photo to choking back a sob. Ugh. When will this stop?
Also on FB today, a woman I know who is due around the same time I would have been due posted that her baby will be a girl.
I want my girl 😦
I missed Friday’s appointment for my blood test to see if my hCg had gone back to 0 because I had a meeting in Boston for work. I was supposed to got this morning but after two weddings this weekend and not getting home until midnight this AM I just couldn’t drag myself out of bed. I’ll be going tomorrow, then hopefully we can start the next batch of tests to see what the fuck is going on here.
I got the phone call about the genetic testing of the pregnancy tissue. Basically it was normal and they don’t know what caused the miscarriage, and there was no mother infiltration. “We’re still in limbo.” Dr. P says. I need additional testing. One of the doctors I worked for started talking to me while my doctor was talking on the phone so I was half in and half out of the conversation. I’m so frustrated about that. The baby was a girl. I’m devastated all over again. I had to do a patient immediately and the patient had an interpreter and another person in the room and I just wanted everyone to be quiet for a minute. After that the doctor came in and had 3 med students with him and everything was so loud, and the phone was ringing off the hook and no one was on the line and I just wanted to fucking SCREAM.
After a quick cry in the bathroom and a quick chat with Adam I’m back at my desk.
I had some awful cramping after my last post. They were so so bad. They were coming in waves, exactly 4 minutes apart.. like contractions! Not that I’ve ever had those. I passed a clot a few hours later. I’ve started working hard on photography stuff- everything is churning again. Energy renewed. I shot the best engagement shoot of my career, I’m building my new website- which I put 6 hours into after work yesterday- so basically I worked all day. I did my yearly expenses and profits for photography and have big plans. It’s nice to focus on something else other than my failure (thus far) to become a mom. I’ve also lost 3 pounds on weight watchers 🙂
I was really depressed but I feel it lifting. Thing will be okay.
I haven’t had much bleeding at all, or any cramping.. until Sunday at 12:15 am, and it’s just getting increasingly more painful. I hope there isn’t an infection. I have an engagement session about an hour and a half away from where I this afternoon (it’s 2 am)- here’s to hoping I can make that okay! I keep flip flopping from being totally fine to very sad and depressed. I can’t wait for this ordeal to be done with.
And I took a long long nap afterward. I feel a little better emotionally already. Strange isn’t it? To say it was an emotional day is a huge under statement. I had a small panic attack this morning. I cried when I got there. I cried when Dr. V came in. I cried HARD when they brought me into the room. Everyone was so sweet. Dr. V held my hand while I cried. Dr. V said to us, and I quote “sometimes nature just pisses on you.” which Adam and I thought was hilarious and we couldn’t stop laughing about it. She said it straight faced. She also told us the sac was abnormally large so that the pregnancy was meant to end. She told me we make great embryos, it’s just a matter of getting a good one to stick. They’re going to do chromosomal testing on the tissue, and they took blood to compare mine to the baby’s. I asked them if they could find out the sex as well, to which they said yes… as long as they got a good sample. I swear to you guys it was a boy, but we’ll see. They gave me my rhogram shot while I was under, which is much appreciated. I told the anesthesiologist to “Drug me up, lady” and she sure did. I have to go get blood work on the 30th to see if my hCg has gone down to 0.
Now, the healing can begin.
Dr. Vitiello will be doing the procedure- something I am most thankful for if it can’t be Dr. Plante.
Being at work is hard.
Our baby is gone. He was measuring at 6 weeks 3 days and 6 weeks 4 days- so there were a few days of growth since last time, but obviously not a lot. The heartbeat is gone. I went to work but my boss said if I wanted to leave she understood, and so I did. I’m relieved to be out of limbo, as bad as that sounds, but I am numb and sad. I was prepared for this outcome- more so than a positive one, but it still really really sucks. I’ll be talking to Dr. Plante around lunch to discuss next steps.
I spoke with Dr. P. She says the heartbeat is really strong, so sadly we remain in limbo. She said sometimes it’s hard to get a good measurement this early on in pregnancy, so we just have to wait and see. I have another ultrasound next Tuesday to see what’s going on. She said if theres a strong heartbeat next week she will graduate me to my OBGYN. She said that if this pregnancy does goes to term she doesn’t want me to miss out on first trimester testing. I told her I hadn’t stopped my meds, and she said I could stop the Estrace but to continue my progesterone. I skipped last night because I felt it was over, so I’ll start that up again.
Now to add more worry, I just went and tried to have a BM and I strained. Afterward I had some pink/cloudy red bleeding down there. I called and left my care team a message. Who knows what’s going on. I’m so confused and lost. I don’t want to have false hope, but I don’t want to leave my little one on their own to fight alone. This hurts.
Well, my instincts were wrong. The baby is still in there. The heart rate was measuring 156 BPM or something like that, which the tech said was totally normal. However, there has been absolutely no growth. At this point the baby is two weeks behind, measuring at 6 weeks 1 day. It really hurts to see the heartbeat and know it’s not going to last. The black space around the baby is getting smaller. Thursday it was much rounder. I don’t know what that means. So yeah. Now to wait for Dr. Plante to call.