WARNING: This post is long winded, contains matter dealing with loss of pregnancy... and is pretty high on the sap-o-meter(I think I made that word up.)
My plans for this post didn't workout as I had hoped. I had planned on a happy post I would be publishing in a couple weeks and calling it something like "Bump Watch Begins..." I found out in July that I was pregnant and was really excited. It seemed to be perfect timing-I had finally got insurance that lasted through June of next year and we got pregnant the first month we tried. Although excited I must admit I was a bit nervous and scared. My worst fear was a repeat of my prior
pregnancy. The reason I was holding off on this post was because within a week of finding out I started having complications. Any of you that know my history know this is nothing new and I was really hoping things would work out. I wanted to feel more confident that things were getting better before making the big announcement. There are only a handful of people that knew and I even held off telling some of the most important people in my life to spare them the worry that I know it would've caused them. I just wanted the news to be happy news and not be overshadowed with concern(like all of my previous 4 pregnancies had been.) I debated even making this post-I think when blogging we tend to focus on the good things in our life and choose to leave some of the harder things we go through in life unwritten. Ultimately I decided that this was an important event in my life and all things happen for a reason(even it we don't know why), so I decided to just go for it. I have also been very touched and inspired by
her story and am amazed at her strength and while my story doesn't compare to hers I know that through sharing our trials we strengthen others.
On Tuesday August 18, 2009 at 10 weeks 4 days I miscarried. During the almost six weeks that I knew I was pregnant I had been to the hospital for blood work(quant.
hCG which was 60728-at 6 weeks 6 days it was well within the normal range), had my first regular OB appointment, had two ultrasounds(with another one previously scheduled for the day following my miscarriage) and had been put on (modified) bed rest. The bleeding never stopped during this time but I was used to this and was just taking it one day at a time and trying to stay positive. My first ultrasound was at 6 weeks 6 days and everything looked completely normal. The baby had a strong heartbeat and measured exactly where it should've based on my LMP. There were no detectable signs of bleeding on the ultrasound. About week and a half later at 8 weeks 3 days the bleeding got a lot worse so I was sent for another ultrasound. The baby still looked great with a strong heartbeat and measured right on. However there was a large mass of bleeding right at the border of the amniotic sac and where the placenta was developing. There was also a small bleed above the amniotic sac. I had my first regular appointment a couple days later at 8 weeks 5 days and the DR. was still hopeful(given my history) that it was just first trimester bleeding. We discussed some things we could do later on to help the pregnancy. I was going to be given Progesterone shots for 20 weeks every week starting at week 16 and ending at 36 weeks. Studies have shown they are really successful at helping women carry babies longer that are considered high risk for preterm delivery. I am classified as high risk for several reasons-prior preterm(25 weeks) delivery,
bicornuate uterus,
ectopic pregnancy,
endometriosis, miscarriage, etc. We also discussed various things such as cervical ultrasounds later on and closer monitoring during the pregnancy. I felt confident that I was in good hands. Early Tuesday morning at about 2 am I woke up with severe cramping and massive amounts of bleeding. I spent the majority of the morning in the bathroom and was hoping that it was just all the blood clearing out but deep down I knew something wasn't right. I had a rough day on Tuesday and at about 5:30 pm I miscarried. It was very traumatic because I actually saw the fetus(previous miscarriages I wasn't far enough along) and while it was small(about 1 1/2 inches) it already looked so much like a human. Almost exactly like
this. I could see all of the fingers and toes, eyes, etc. Unfortunately Steve was again the recipient of a frantic phone call and was a trooper and collected the tissue so I would have it to take to the DR. I know you are probably thinking that is completely disgusting but I had read on several different occasions that this is what you should do if possible in case they want to send it for testing.
All these fertility/pregnancy trials are something I would rather not have to go through but it seems to be what I have been dealt with. I will say that experiencing these things has made me appreciate how fragile life is and how important the people in our lives are and to not take them for granted. The picture above is one of my favorites and hangs in our bedroom. It is called "I am the Light" and the artist is Danny Hahlbohm. It is a great reminder to me that our Savior is always there for us. There were times during all our years of infertility while going through various testing, treatments, fertility drugs, pregnancy losses, etc. that I thought I would never be able to have my own children. Words can't express how grateful I am for the two that I have been blessed with. I remember how emotionally consuming it was and the emotional roller coaster that I went through every month only to be disappointed over and over. I remember doing something as simple as walking though the parking lot at work and seeing a cute little family and having to physically collect myself before I could go into work. I know some of you that are reading this have gone through or are going through this and my heart goes out to you!
This all sounds so depressing and I want people to know I really was excited so here are some things I was excited about and looking forward to posting in my post if things had worked out the way I wanted...
I was excited to say this belonged to me...

I was excited to share the first photo(6 weeks 6 days)...

I had decided as daunting as it was I was going to post "belly shots" every four weeks or so(looking back I wish I had them for my prior pregnancies) and had Steve take the first the day I hit the 8 week mark...

I was excited to add that cheesy little pregnancy countdown to my sidebar and looking forward to announcing it in some clever way on Facebook.
I had already started a list of names I liked and was looking forward to picking out "the perfect name" with Steve.
I was excited for Maddy to have a brother or Avery to have a sister-those are some of the most special relationships.
I was excited to be due in the early spring(March 12) and hoping, hoping, hoping I would make it somewhere close to that date.
I have to thank my dear husband who was there through the whole thing. He was there when I broke down and was there to give me a hug... even if it was in the bathroom. :) He was there to make runs to Wal Mart for much need "feminine products." He put up with me while I wasn't up for housework, cooking or yard work and was doing my fair share of sleeping. He was also persistent at trying to get me to get out of the house.
I have to also thank my family who are always there for me. Those of you that didn't know I know you would've been. Thanks for your excitement, concern and help with the kids. Stacy and Jamie-thanks for the food and taking Maddy along on trips to 7 Peaks. It gave me some much needed time to rest and Maddy much needed breaks from the house. I'm looking forward to getting back into the swing of things and joining you again for all of our fun outings. I'm especially excited for Halloween and the Fall season! I had so much fun with you last year during those months.
To the few dear friends that knew. Thank you so much for your excitement and concern... it means more to me than you will ever know. I know I have been blessed with some of the most amazing friends ever!
To those of you that are regular readers... I plan on getting back to my old regular blogging self as soon as possible.