My husband and I were going to start trying to get pregnant this month, but by a happy surprise we got pregnant a little sooner than expected. We were thrilled but had no idea when it happened because we were being (somewhat) careful. I'd had a normal period and some spotting a month after that. I started feeling very tired a lot and I actually dozed off at the wheel while sitting in traffic one morning (only for a second, nobody hurt. Scared the heck out of me though). I took a pregnancy test, not because I thought I was pregnant, but to eliminate it as a possibility when I followed up with my doctor about the fatigue. Boy was I surprised when the test came up positive almost immediately!
I spent the next few weeks doing the right things. Reveling in the fact that I was carrying a baby. Getting blood work, trying to be careful. I have a septated uterus so I was a little worried about whether the embryo was implanted in a safe spot or not. But my HCG levels looked good according to one of the docs in my OB/GYN group so I stopped worrying as much.
On Wednesday we had our first ultrasound. We were so excited to find out how far along we were and to finally see this tiny little speck of a miracle. My OB and a nurse brought in a portable ultrasound and tried to take a look. Their faces spoke volumes. Something wasn't right. He said the sac looked irregular and he couldn't see visible signs of a heartbeat but that he had to confirm so they sent me to the onsite ultrasound tech who took pictures and looked at every angle for what seems like an eternity.
He was the one to get to break the bad news to us. The amniotic sac showed 10 weeks of growth, the fetal tissue only 6. There was no heartbeat. We'd lost the baby. We were given a choice. Get a D&C or wait for the miscarriage. We opted for the D&C. Waiting for the miscarriage would have been too painful. Or more painful. I still can't wrap my brain around any of this. They said it was one of those things. Something was very wrong with the baby so it stopped developing. But how could the HCG levels not show it? Why would I still have the symptoms if the baby was dead? Why me?
I am already so SICK of hearing "Let me know if there is anything I can do." You can't bring back my baby. You can't make this all be a horrible nightmare from which I can wake up. "You can try again." Yes, yes I can. But that doesn't make this RIGHT. It doesn't make me feel better that I might get lucky next time and actually have the baby I want so badly. It isn't fair. And I know i am not alone. So why does it feel like I am?