I remember back to how scared I was when I first found out I was pregnant- I wasn't sure how to feel since I had never been pregnant. I had complained right before the IUI that it had been 37 cycles of trying. There was a deep heaviness when I referred to the process that way- 37 attempts.
The truth was that it wasn't really 37 cycles. Yes- it had been 3 years, but a lot happened in that time frame. My mother was sick with cancer and I would often fly to be with her- out of range of my husband's "Superman" sperm as the doctor called it. I don't know how many months that occurred- I didn't really keep track of that. Moreover, in the early months, I didn't know what I was doing. The old adage- if you don't use birth control, it's an accident if you DON'T get pregnant- was in my mind so I didn't plan or time marital relations. I just came home from the bar, straddled my husband and said "let's make a baby." Oh, the good old days!
I also took on a new job that required some travel. I wasn't travelling too too much, but the first time I used the ovulation predictor kit, I had flown to Orlando FL for a conference. I knew I would be ovulating while I was there so my husband took off time to fly down there a few days after me to be sure we "matched" it up right. Low and behold, I ovulated two days before he got there.
If I look at the story I have told myself, I may have slanted my "truth" in a way that made me feel worse, not better. It didn't really matter by this past April- I had gotten pregnant. I mean, my issue was getting pregnant, not staying pregnant.
It took me just about 9 weeks to really get into it and not be completely frantic. When I first saw the ultrasound at week 5, I was terrified. There was a little heartbeat in what looked like a blob. How would that fragile thing live?????
At 9 weeks, the picture looked like a baby. All the doctors and nurses were congratulating me- they said the baby looked great. Very strong. They were extremely pleased. In fact, they said their work was done and they released me to my new OB.
I had found my OB about a week before. Still, I felt sort of lost in that I didn't know how to be just a pregnant woman. My story had gone from "when will I ever get pregnant" to "I met my husband, fell in love, got married and created our family" in a matter of minutes. I look back now wondering if there was a part of myself that thought "you fake! You know it can't be that easy."
I spent a non eventful weekend going back and forth on the matter until Monday, I decided this was my fate. I began telling close friends and reveling in the newness and joy of the experience. I shared my new story with my husband, my therapist, my family. It was a dream come true.
Until about 4:30 am in the morning of that very day. I went to the bathroom and blood gushed out of me. Falling into the toilet was large clots of tissue. I remember looking into it and saying- there's the baby. I was in total shock. I can't even describe the terror. I immediately called the reproductive endocrinologist. When the on-call MD called me back, she said I should call my OB. Now I am faced with calling a stranger's office to try to explain what had happened.
The on call doctor called me right back and asked me to remain calm. She told me to come to her office at 8:00 am- 30 minutes before they opened. It would be easier than going to the ER. Just remain calm.
I called my friend from 1st grade- she had 3 kids, Maybe she could calm me. "Oh I know someone who had the same thing, It was a blood clot. Don't worry just yet" she said. OK. I won't worry. Blahhh- did I lose my baby?
That was the longest 3 hours of my life.
I arrived at the unfamiliar office and they took me straight away to the ultrasound room. They got me situated and took a look. Low and behold, there was my sweet, beautiful baby, just moving and shaking, heartbeat absolutely perfect. I felt truly blessed, so happy, so grateful. Everything might really be OK.
Coming Back from Beyond
8 years ago
5 comments:
Thanks for going back to the beginning of your story. I know how rough it must be for you.
Thank you for the comment on my blog. It did make me think about whether biking was a good idea... but we did take it easy and rest a lot, and it was nice to be "normal" for once.
*HUGS*
Dearest Lisa,
I have read all ofyour journal and I know that by you leaving this legacy that you will inspire yourself along with many women to go on with life and to share suffering is ok. I will never know what you have gone through but just know how much I love you and that you truly are your mother's daughter.
thank you for sharing yourself,
Love,
Marcine
Dearest Lisa,
I have read all ofyour journal and I know that by you leaving this legacy that you will inspire yourself along with many women to go on with life and to share suffering is ok. I will never know what you have gone through but just know how much I love you and that you truly are your mother's daughter.
thank you for sharing yourself,
Love,
Marcine
Wow, What an incredible story. Thanks for sharing. A great friend of mine just went through having a premature birth (4 weeks early). It was scary, little Shaylee, the baby almost died. The stress after the fact was also very difficult for my friend. She read a great book that has really helped her stress levels. She also loaned it to me and I have to say that it helped me understand more of what she was going through. The book is titled, "Tiny Toes," written by Kelly Damron. The author, Kelly Damron writes about her experience with infertility and premature birth. It really is a great book.
That's the one thing I like to remember, the happiness, the joy our kids brought us. Even if for only a short time, nothing can take that joy away. It was real, it was genuine. And for me, it makes all of this pain worth it. It doesn't matter that they were only here for a short period of time, the joy and happiness because of them is so insurmountable.
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