My Second Baby

So, today starts my 8th week of pregnancy. Which is exciting and terrifying at the same time. Nick and I finally decided that we wanted to start our family officially this time in July, 2009. Every month I would hope and pray that my cycle would not come. It took 3 months of trying for us to conceive. That pregnancy test was so exciting. Like I said in my first pregnancy I never took a pregnancy test. We were so happy. I remember that day at work I know I was smiling all day long. We immediately made an appointment with my doctor to verify what we already knew was true. My doctor was so happy as well, I will never forget what she said, "It's so nice to finally give the news of a baby to a well deserving couple. A couple that is going to love and raise a child like they are suppose too."

We got home and decided we would go ahead and tell our parents about the baby. So Nick and I went to Hallmark to pick out a keepsake item for our Moms. We settle on a little frame that said, "Ga-ga is for Grandma." Very cute. We then went to Target to pick out a pregnancy journal to document our day-to-day pregnancy. Then it was off to my mom and dad's. It was so funny, giving my mom the frame she immediately started crying and hugging me. That left my dad confused and asking Nick what was going on. If you know my dad, that does not surprise you. We left my moms and went to Nick's mom's house to tell her, she was so happy and hugged us both. We told Nick's dad the next day. I was a little reserved wanting to tell people, just because of our first lost. But Nick and I were a still a little naive about the chances of having another miscarriage.

We waited to make an appointment with my OB doctor. I did not know where to start in picking the doctor that would see us through the next 9 months. I had so many people recommend Nash OBGYN and so that's where we went. We went for the history appointment and they scheduled us our first ultrasound the following week. I had just a drop of spotting a few days before our appointment. I stayed home from work that day, just to make sure I took it easy. I don't even think I had any cramping. Everything went away and I did not think anything else about it. On December 16, 2009 I was 8 1/2 weeks pregnant when we went to our first ultrasound. Nick and I were so excited to be able to see our baby and maybe even hear the heartbeat. It never occurred to us that there would be something wrong. With-in seconds of the ultrasound Nick and I knew something was not right. The nurse was acting strange and then she just started telling us she was sorry over and over. She said, "I know you don't want to hear this, but your baby does not have a heartbeat." I immediately started crying and she continued to show us things that further proved that the baby stopped developing. I just could not believe the perfect looking baby on the screen was no longer alive. The baby was just as still and what little Nick and I knew of ultrasounds, our baby should have been moving. The doctor came in ( I will not tell his name just because of the many errors he made with my miscarriage) and confirmed what the nurse had told us. They left us so we could get ourselves together to speak with the doctor in his office. We had to WAIT forever. I wanted to leave immediately and instead of getting to us quick and letting us leave, they made us wait forever. We were the very last people to leave the office.

I know Doctors see this kind of situation often, but a little compassion would have been nice. The Doctor immediately started talking options, when Nick and I were not even sure the ultrasound was accurate. We were so devastated and still had hope that it was all wrong. Nick and I also believe in an all powerful God that can make anything happen. If God wanted to He could start our Baby's heart beating again. That was our prayer, that the Doctor was wrong or for God to give us a miracle.

The Doctor wanted me to have a D&C because the Baby showed no sign of miscarrying on its own. I absolutely was not going to have a D&C. I know that it would not be an abortion if I allowed the doctor to do it, but its the same surgery they do for an abortion. I could not allow myself to go through the same process they do during an abortion. Also, God gave me this Baby in His time and I wanted God to take this Baby in His time. I know this Doctor was getting annoyed by us. Well he sent us home to think about everything. I was still not convinced that the Baby was gone. I wanted to have another ultrasound in a week just to make sure. The Doctor suggested they do blood work instead to see if my levels were dropping. So I went back twice to check my levels and it did show that my levels were decreasing. I still was not satisfied, if they wanted me to do something to make the miscarriage happen faster they were going to have to give me another ultrasound. The Doctor acted like I could not have one. He gave me excuse after excuse. From it cost too much, and when we said we did not care if we had to pay out of pocket. Then he said all ultrasounds were booked up. Nick finally stepped in and demanded we get an ultrasound. So we finally got another ultrasound and it again showed the same thing. The baby was the same size it was a week earlier and there was no heartbeat. The second ultrasound was not as hard to deal with, just because it was just to make 100% sure the baby was no longer alive.

We went to talk to the doctor again and I told him I was still not going to have a D&C, but I asked was there something else I could do to speed up the miscarriage. He gave my a couple of pills that would induce labor. He told me to take the pills before I went to bed, so I could sleep through the what he like to call "cramps." Nick was leaving to go to "Winterfest" with our Youth Group the next day and so on December 29 I took those pills immediately so everything could be over with before he left to go out of state. I love a mans idea of what a cramp is, those were not cramps, those were contractions. It took about three hours for the pain to really kick-in and before the night was over, I wanted it all to end. After all the pain and things I don't even want to describe was over, I told Nick I did not think the baby came out. But everything stopped hurting and everything seemed to be fine.

Nick got up the next day after one on the worst nights either one of us had ever experience, to leave me for three days. I never knew how much I needed Nick and how much I was going to miss him, until he walked out the door. If Christmas wasn't all ready bad enough, knowing your baby is not longer alive, imagine spending New Year's all alone for the first time. That was one of my worst nights I had ever had. I was all alone, grieving the lost of my second baby and to my surprise I started cramping again around midnight. I thought it was just a side effect after all the trauma my body had been through the last couple of days. I slept with a heating pad all night, took some medicine and nothing was stopping the pain. I knew Nick was traveling home the next day, so I did not want to call him and make him worry, so I did not tell him. I called Nick about an hour before he was going to be home, I was crying and in a lot of pain. I told Nick I thought I was going to have to go the Emergency Room. I told him the pain was just as bad as the other night, and I knew that I did not fully miscarried the first time. I begged him to hurry up and get home. I thought I was going to have to drive myself to the hospital, but to be honest I don't think I would have made it, the pain had me where I could not even talk, much less drive 25 miles to get to the hospital.

I called the after hours line to NASH-OBGYN and the doctor on call called me in some pain medicine and he agreed that he did not think the miscarried happened the first night. He told me to try to stick it out and not go the ER because he felt I could handle this on my own. I wish My first doctor would have given me some pain medicine, that would have been too nice. When Nick got home, he just couldn't believe it was happening again. The second time, I had lost all my patience and I did not handle it good at all. I was so angry. Angry that I lost another baby, angry that I was going through all this pain all over again, angry at my idiot doctor for not being more specific in what I was going to experience with this miscarriage. By the end of the night, I officially had my miscarriage. What a great way to start off a New Year.

The Doctor did not tell me to come in the next day after everything was over instead we were schedule to come in about a week later. I told the doctor I know at least 3 times that I was RH negative and Nick is RH positive, and because of that I would have to get a shot to protect any future pregnancies. With the baby most likely having a different blood factor than me, my body would treat it as a foreign object and attack any future pregnancies, if I did not get the shot in less than two days from losing the baby. So when I came in a week later I asked him about the shot, and he said I was too late. The shot would not do me any good now. Nick and I were now to the point where we were fed up with this Doctor. I let him know that I told him many times that I needed to get that shot, and his response was he forgot. Then he wanted to make it out like it wasn't a big deal that the chances of my blood and the baby's blood mixing was very low. I told him that was something I should not even have to worry about for my next pregnancy. Like my pregnancies are not already stressful enough, he gave me something else to have to worry about. Needless to say that was the last time I will ever go to him for anything. I was ready to leave this clinic, but I wanted the manager to be aware of this Doctor. I did not want someone else to go through the same mistakes he made on us. I talked to the office manager on the phone and she handled things the way I thought the situation should be handled. I told her I was looking somewhere else to go, and she said to give them one more try. She recommended this very intelligent, sweet Doctor, that (though she is not a specialist) knows alot about doing testing on women who frequently miscarried. We met with her and she was great from the start. She talked to us, and answered every question we had with compassion. She went ahead and tested me to make sure my body had not built up antibodies that would attack the next pregnancy and thankfully I tested negative. The first Doctor did not even know you could test to see if antibodies had started forming. She did alot more blood work that would test for general things that usually make a women miscarry unfortunately I tested negative for everything. Which means other than guessing they have no real answer to why I keep losing my babies. Like I said before they believe I have low progesterone and my body can't sustain a pregnancy. I am extremely happy with my new doctor, and by God's grace, she will be the one who delivers this baby and any other future babies Nick and I will have. Continue to pray for us and for our baby.