At six weeks I went to the doctor for the first time. She was hesitant to do an ultrasound so early because she knew how much I was hoping to hear a heart beat and I would fear the worst if I did not. I assured her I knew the likelihood of hearing a heart beat and that I would be fine but that I just needed to see that the baby was there and the right size. It wasn't. She kept asking me about my LMP and when I got the first pregnancy test and the dates just did not add up. She told me things did not look good, she was not seeing a fetus at all, and that by this point we should and that we would test my HCG levels to see if anything else was appropriate.
I went home that day and cried for hours, I knew that I had lost another pregnancy. I mourned. I grieved. I ate a lot. I went back to the Dr two days later and had the second HCG test done and the results were GREAT. I was so shocked and so excited. The Dr and I set up an appointment for the following Friday, giving the baby time to grow so that the Dr would be able to see a difference.
Well we did not get that far. On Tuesday at about 8 pm I got the worst pain ever in my right side, that went all the way down to my groin. I did not know what it was, but I never thought it was the baby. After enduring the pain for about 2 hours I went to the ER and was seen faster than I have ever been seen in my whole life. The Dr's initially were thinking ectopic pregnancy and one Dr even told Rich that I might DIE. We got an ultrasound done, and it was not the baby. They baby was great and Rich got to see the heart beat. Turns out it was kidney stones.
So I get checked into the hospital and am sent up to post partum, since I am pregnant. The OB comes to see me and lets me know the baby looked good but that I was a week later than I had thought (which was why they could not see the baby yet) BUT that I had a sub-chorianic hemorhage. (total misspell). She gave me some shots that I had to take once a week to "keep my uterus quiet."
Things are going great, I feel pregnant, hungry, tired, all of the things that I am supposed to feel. Until today, I started spotting. It took everything I had to keep it together. Luckily I happened to have a Drs appt today after work. I get there and the nurse does the doppler and I hear the heart beat for the first time. I have never felt such relief and joy. So Rich and the kids are there when the Dr does the ultrasound, and the baby looks great. She ( I want it to be a she) is moving everywhere, I could see her little arm buds waving about.
Then the Dr discovers something else. What she had that was a Sub chorianic hemrage was actually another baby, a twin that was not viable. Now you would think that I would be really sad, but all I can feel is grateful that the one baby is okay. I never thought about two babies, I was always just worried about getting one to stick. And one of them is fine and I am still pregnant and 3 weeks further than I was when I miscarried last time.
I am so excited and can't I have held it this long, well kind of, alot of people already know. So please be excited for us. Don't ask if we are sad or worried because we are not. We are beyond happy and so are the kids. Roscoe has two big brother shirts already and when he wears them he gets really excited and pulls it out for everyone to see. And well Roxy is demanding a girl...we will keep you posted.
