DD came down this weekend, and took today off work as I had my ultrasound today. I'm so glad he was here for it.
We had to pick up my daughter from school on the way, and made our way to the hospital. I had to pee. A lot.
They got me in almost right away, which was nice for a change and I got rid of my pants and got on a gown and hopped up onto the table. I've been a bit of a nervous wreck leading up to today and was anxious to see the little bugger.
Nice cold gel, made me need to pee even more. I'm trying to look at the screen but nothing really makes sense to me. The lady reached over and I could hear clicking and then all of a sudden could hear the heartbeat! She looked over at me and I immediately got tears in my eyes. She said 'That's a good sound, isn't it?'
I just nodded, wasn't able to say anything, but then told her how I had just miscarried in January and that it sounded incredible. She said she saw it on my chart and thought I might want to hear it. She handed me some kleenex and apologized, saying she didn't realize I was crying. I said it was alright, and then she said 'Well if you weren't crying before, you would be now..' And my heart sank and soared all at the same time. I asked why...and she turned the monitor towards me and said, 'Here is the baby.....and here is the other one, there's 2'
I almost didn't believe her if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes. I just started crying and staring at the screen.
She brought DD and the girl in after that, and said 'Do you want to tell them, or should I? And all I said was 'Show them'
She pointed at Baby A, and then moved the thing over and pointed at Baby B. All I heard was the girl laughing and she had a huge grin on her face, and DD just very quietly said, 'Oh wow.' She let us hear each of the heartbeats again, and gave us a picture that I let DD take home after I scanned it. She didn't have a very good picture showing both unfortunately, but said I'd probably be having another ultrasound done in a few weeks.
When I got back from dropping DD off to catch his bus home, the boy was here, so I pulled up the scan and showed him where the head, and body was and then I paused and said.. 'And this is the other head and body.'
Needless to say, everyone seems very excited, but we're all in a little shock and I think today has emotionally drained me.
Monday, April 28, 2014
Wednesday, April 9, 2014
Still baking
The bun is still in the oven. I have surpassed where I was in the last pregnancy. 8 weeks today. I know I should be feeling fairly relieved but I am still rather panicky. Also, this constant peeing can lighten up anytime. Honestly though, I don't even mind it. It's a symptom I'm grateful to have, along with the others. I'll take all the symptoms if it means my little bun will keep on cooking.
My ultrasound is booked for the 28th, I called today to ensure that DD will be able to come in and see and that we'll get a picture. 2 and a half weeks to go and then we can see our new little family member. Next Dr's appt on May 5th, was told we should also be able to hear the heartbeat by then as well. It's starting to be real and I'm still trying to hold off on the excitement and happiness.
Apparently baby is the size of a raspberry now. I love raspberries.
My ultrasound is booked for the 28th, I called today to ensure that DD will be able to come in and see and that we'll get a picture. 2 and a half weeks to go and then we can see our new little family member. Next Dr's appt on May 5th, was told we should also be able to hear the heartbeat by then as well. It's starting to be real and I'm still trying to hold off on the excitement and happiness.
Apparently baby is the size of a raspberry now. I love raspberries.
Wednesday, April 2, 2014
*drumroll*
The Dr's office just called, my bloodwork results have come in!
My hCG is currently (well, as of yesterday) at 38 453! This is right in the bracket it should be for 6-8 weeks, and I'm told it's a good indication that things are moving along nicely!
My hCG is currently (well, as of yesterday) at 38 453! This is right in the bracket it should be for 6-8 weeks, and I'm told it's a good indication that things are moving along nicely!
The good news...
On March 15th, DD came down for a visit. I stopped at the Dollar Store and bought 2 more pregnancy tests. I didn't know if I was late, or if my cycle was just still not back on track, as I had only had one period since the miscarriage. DD was surprised as I hadn't said anything to him. Took one test that night, it reluctantly came out positive after a few mins. We decided to wait until the next morning to take the other test, which also came out positive. DD didn't have much reaction this time, we were both afraid to be excited and/or happy.
Back to the Dr's, had bloodwork done to verify pregnancy and it was positive. hCG levels were at approx 126 which corresponds with the date.
As of right now, I am 7 weeks, and coming very close to when I lost the last one. It's terrifying. I'm trying to not stress out and make things worse, but at the same time I am also expecting the worst.
I have had no cramping, or bleeding. I had more bloodwork done yesterday, to test for a variety of regular prenatal things, as well to check my hCG again. He should have those numbers by today or tomorrow. They should be somewhere from 36 000 to 37 000. Here's hoping those numbers come through.
Back to the Dr's, had bloodwork done to verify pregnancy and it was positive. hCG levels were at approx 126 which corresponds with the date.
As of right now, I am 7 weeks, and coming very close to when I lost the last one. It's terrifying. I'm trying to not stress out and make things worse, but at the same time I am also expecting the worst.
I have had no cramping, or bleeding. I had more bloodwork done yesterday, to test for a variety of regular prenatal things, as well to check my hCG again. He should have those numbers by today or tomorrow. They should be somewhere from 36 000 to 37 000. Here's hoping those numbers come through.
The bad news...
On January 8th, I came home from work and was spotting very slightly. I panicked and ran to the ER. They booked me for an ultrasound the next day to check on things. I had the ultrasound and had to come back later in the afternoon for the results.
The Dr's there was way less than helpful and could only tell me that 'something' was irregular, but that they had seen the heartbeat etc.
I went back to my own Dr's office, and was told I was experiencing a subchorionic hematoma. It's a pooling of blood between the membrane around the embryo and the uterine wall. I was told it only raised my chance of a miscarriage by about 10%. I was put on bed rest and had to take a leave of absence from my job. I had no cramping, very little bleeding, but was still terrified. On the 12th, things went downhill very fast, and I started cramping and bleeding very badly. I lost that baby, here at home, around 9pm that night. I was almost 2 months along. It was devastating to me, and I lost part of me that night as well. The next month consisted of lots of bloodwork, Dr's appts and another ultrasound to make sure everything was gone.
DD was pretty upset, though not outwardly. I know him well enough to know when something is bothering him, but he won't talk about it. He gets very quiet and tends to stay to himself for a little while.
I went back to work...we talked about trying again at some point, and life went on.
The Dr's there was way less than helpful and could only tell me that 'something' was irregular, but that they had seen the heartbeat etc.
I went back to my own Dr's office, and was told I was experiencing a subchorionic hematoma. It's a pooling of blood between the membrane around the embryo and the uterine wall. I was told it only raised my chance of a miscarriage by about 10%. I was put on bed rest and had to take a leave of absence from my job. I had no cramping, very little bleeding, but was still terrified. On the 12th, things went downhill very fast, and I started cramping and bleeding very badly. I lost that baby, here at home, around 9pm that night. I was almost 2 months along. It was devastating to me, and I lost part of me that night as well. The next month consisted of lots of bloodwork, Dr's appts and another ultrasound to make sure everything was gone.
DD was pretty upset, though not outwardly. I know him well enough to know when something is bothering him, but he won't talk about it. He gets very quiet and tends to stay to himself for a little while.
I went back to work...we talked about trying again at some point, and life went on.
History
My boyfriend (DD) and I met in January of 2013 and we were officially dating by February. He lives 2 hours away by car, 3.5 hours away by train/bus. It's not ideal, but it works. Until now.
Shortly before New Years I found out I was pregnant. I took a test on the night of the 26th, fully expecting it to be negative. So sure, in fact, that I had bought 2 tests from....the Dollar Store. I didn't want to bother wasting money on expensive tests because I was so sure it was negative. I had been on the pill for years. It was positive. Another test Friday morning was also positive. Well shit. Had no idea how DD would react. He has no kids, and is basically a big kid himself. It took him 8 months to even tell me he loved me. I went and picked him up that night, as we were doing our late Christmas together. He loved my gifts for him and while I was trying to be excited about the soft air gun he got me, he knew something was up. He asked me what he did, and I laughed and said no, it was nothing he did...so he said 'ok, what did *you* do?' and I laughed again and said it was more along the lines of something *we* did. Blank look for about 15 seconds and then suddenly 'Noooo (disbelief) you're pregnant?' Yep, sure am. His first question? 'I thought you were on the pill?' Yeah, so did I. The rest of the night went something like this:
(After a half hour or so of it sinking in)
DD: I'm gonna be a Dad? (Disbelief again)
Me: Sure looks that way
(15 mins later)
DD: I'm gonna be a Dad. (Not so much of a question now, getting more towards it being a statement)
Me: Yep..
(Few more minutes goes by, with some idle chit chat, questions etc, and then...)
DD: (who turns to me very suddenly and surprises both of us by suddenly yelling..) DIBS ON THE NAME!!!
Me: No, you can't do that!
My mistake, apparently he *can*
Anyhow, after numerous funny and serious talks, we were on board. Both fairly terrified...after all, my youngest had just turned 13, while my oldest was 16. Starting over with an infant? I had always wanted more children but over the years had gradually accepted it wasn't going to happen and was learning to enjoy my freedom instead of mourning it. I made an appt with the nurse at my Doctor's office, who confirmed that, yes, I was pregnant. Apparently due to a round of antibiotics, my pill was no longer effective. So there you go, take note of that...antibiotics + the pill = pregnancy!
Shortly before New Years I found out I was pregnant. I took a test on the night of the 26th, fully expecting it to be negative. So sure, in fact, that I had bought 2 tests from....the Dollar Store. I didn't want to bother wasting money on expensive tests because I was so sure it was negative. I had been on the pill for years. It was positive. Another test Friday morning was also positive. Well shit. Had no idea how DD would react. He has no kids, and is basically a big kid himself. It took him 8 months to even tell me he loved me. I went and picked him up that night, as we were doing our late Christmas together. He loved my gifts for him and while I was trying to be excited about the soft air gun he got me, he knew something was up. He asked me what he did, and I laughed and said no, it was nothing he did...so he said 'ok, what did *you* do?' and I laughed again and said it was more along the lines of something *we* did. Blank look for about 15 seconds and then suddenly 'Noooo (disbelief) you're pregnant?' Yep, sure am. His first question? 'I thought you were on the pill?' Yeah, so did I. The rest of the night went something like this:
(After a half hour or so of it sinking in)
DD: I'm gonna be a Dad? (Disbelief again)
Me: Sure looks that way
(15 mins later)
DD: I'm gonna be a Dad. (Not so much of a question now, getting more towards it being a statement)
Me: Yep..
(Few more minutes goes by, with some idle chit chat, questions etc, and then...)
DD: (who turns to me very suddenly and surprises both of us by suddenly yelling..) DIBS ON THE NAME!!!
Me: No, you can't do that!
My mistake, apparently he *can*
Anyhow, after numerous funny and serious talks, we were on board. Both fairly terrified...after all, my youngest had just turned 13, while my oldest was 16. Starting over with an infant? I had always wanted more children but over the years had gradually accepted it wasn't going to happen and was learning to enjoy my freedom instead of mourning it. I made an appt with the nurse at my Doctor's office, who confirmed that, yes, I was pregnant. Apparently due to a round of antibiotics, my pill was no longer effective. So there you go, take note of that...antibiotics + the pill = pregnancy!
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