We have had a few other smaller obstacles or maybe I should say dreams I wanted to come true but did not. But we made it through winter, spring is here and we found out I was pregnant!
I cried. I was excited and nervous. My husband was really excited, he had been wanting to try since we lost Francis, I still was 100% on board but seeing the two lines on a pregnancy test makes you so happy. I turned in to the crazy pregnant lady, immediately. If there was a guideline I was following it. I cut back my workouts, wore a heart rate monitor, took vitamins, napped with JT or just laid there if I was not tired. I wanted to make sure I wasn't over doing my body. I stopped running, I had been training for the Nashville half marathon but didn't want to risk anything so I just quit. Even though there is absolutely no guideline that suggest this, I told you I immediately turned into the crazy pregnant lady :). I had blood work done the first day I found out I was pregnant. Progesterone came back extremely high but hcg was low. The nurse told me the low hcg was nothing to worry about, I was early in my pregnancy. The progesterone was what held on to the baby during the first trimester and mine was "Olympic level." They ordered my blood work to be taken again the following Friday and I would see the dr on Monday. I met with the dr (my same dr I used with Francis) and he didn't like what he saw in my blood work so sent me back to the lab to have more blood work ran, by this time John Thomas started saying "ouchie" when we walked in the building :) Tuesday I waited all day for the results of my blood work. I finally got a call late afternoon from the nurse. My blood work did not come back the way they had hoped. My progesterone had fallen and my hcg was only doubling when it should be tripling. I cried, how am I suppose to handle this again?!? The nurse told me Dr Imbody believed I was having a tubal pregnancy. They made me an appointment for an ultrasound the following day. I was told they just wanted to make sure it was a tubal pregnancy and they would schedule a d&c. My husband was out of town, it was a tough night. Thankfully Tommy was able to come home to go to the dr's appointment the following day. We were both completely prepared not to see a baby or a heartbeat but God had different plans.
We have a heartbeat!! And the baby is right where it is suppose to be!! Thank you, God!!!
Dr. Imbody told us he did not even know what to say, he did not expect to find this at all. I was started on medicine to try to increase the levels but we knew the baby was already behind developmental. I told Tommy I was going to concentrate on each day at a time. I was pregnant that day, my baby had a heartbeat and I was so so thankful. I stopped and bought cupcakes to celebrate our sweet blessing :)
Two weeks difference, my body responded fast to this pregnancy :)
The following day John Thomas and I packed up to go to Nashville for the Country Music Marathon. My dr had advised me not to run and just take it easy. My mom was planning on walking the "mini marathon" 2.6 miles so I joined her. A friend from Ohio rode with us down where we met some of my best friends from Alabama and my sister, mom and nephew. I will do another post about Nashville.
Sunday morning I woke up to find blood. I went and got my mom and sister, called the dr and started driving back to Ohio. My wonderful friend, Karen, drove the whole way back so I could relax. My dr told me a little blood was nothing to worry about and we would do an ultrasound the following day. I was hopeful, not much bleeding and no cramping. Tommy was out of town for the weekend (working) so I had our amazing babysitter come to our house as soon as we got home to play with John Thomas so I could rest.The following morning I woke up to more blood and cramping, later the ultrasound confirmed what I knew, we lost the baby. I was barely 8 weeks pregnant. How could this happen again?!
The following morning I woke up around 4am to horrible cramping. We got ready and I went to the hospital, where I was just 5 months ago, for another d&c. It has been tough. Generally I am just really sad. Sad when I see little babies only because I would love to have one, I want John Thomas to grow up with a sibling. Tommy reminded me that it not one or the other, just because someone else is pregnant doesn't mean I can't be. For some reason it just isn't meant to be, right now.
Francis taught me to be thankful for each day, you never know how long you have. I was thankful for each day I was pregnant. I am so thankful I was able to see that sweet heartbeat. Now I have two babies in heaven that I can't wait to hold one day.
I am meeting with my dr in two weeks to set up our plan from here. We will do blood work and make appointments with different dr's (infertility, etc) to hopefully get some answers.
For now I am trying to focus on my blessings. I have a happy, healthy 2 year old that is the light of my life. So thankful!! And a husband who loves me and stands beside me through all of this.
and you have to laugh when you come downstairs to find this........