Grief..this word is becoming all too real to me. It seems like there has been so much of it in my life lately.
Monday, April 4th, something prompted me to take a pregnancy test. Maybe it was the fact that I was feeling yucky, maybe it was the fact that a week before, my "period" had only lasted 1 day, I don't know. But finally, I took one. I did my duty, left it lay on the sink and went about my morning chores. Then I remembered...and went to look. There before my eyes were 2, yes 2, pink lines. So many times in the past year there had been only 1 line and I just thought it would be that way again. I burst into tears and left a message on my hubby's phone. He only gets his calls at break and lunch time so I knew it would be awhile before he called me back. Then I called my doctor's office and the nurse asked me if it was a test from the Dollar Store. Why yes, it was. I had gotten so tired of spending so much money on test after test, so I had bought a bunch at the dollar store. She told me that sometimes they are not as reliable and advised me to go and get another test. So I jetted off to Wal-Mart and bought a pack of 3. Came home, did my thing again and right before my eyes 2 pink lines shot up. My heart skipped a beat. I still had not been able to talk to Brad but had been on the phone with my sister. She was about as delighted as I was and thrilled to pieces. I was a little worried that I had been bleeding about a week before but honestly thought that things would be ok. My doctor wanted to see me as soon as possible so we set up an appointment for the next morning. In the meantime she had me come in and do bloodwork to see where my levels were and also to check my progesterone level. The rest of the day I didn't do too much other than smile!
Tuesday morning as soon as my doctor walked into the room I could tell something was wrong. I don't really remember exactly what she started out with but something like..."I'm so sorry, but things don't look good". She said my HCG levels were way low (142) and my progesterone level was 1.2. Had it been a healthy pregnancy my HCG levels should have been in the thousands and my progesterone level a LOT higher. I sat there numb, not knowing what to say and think. I honestly thought she would tell me that things are looking good and get this..I even had myself thinking maybe she would tell me that I was like 12 weeks along!! Once again, my hopes and dreams were dashed in an instant. She set up an appointment for bloodwork again in a few days and sent me on my way.
I got in my car and the tears came in torrents. I couldn't believe this was happening again. When I got home, I went straight to bed and just cried for a while. Tuesdays are the days I work at the auction so I decided to go, hoping maybe I could block it from my mind for a while. WRONG. I lasted about 2 hours before nearly breaking into tears a few times. Thankfully, the people I work for are very understanding. The next 2 days were spent on the recliner. My heart was broken. It;s hard to explain how I felt towards God. Not really angry...just kinda offended that he didn't see our prayers for a baby as one to answer in the way we wanted. Evenings when Brad came home from work he would just hold me as I cried and said over and over again about how sad I was. Speaking of Brad....he has been amazing through all of this. He has been so strong and yet crying with me. Yet, there was a peace that wasn't there with the other 2 losses we had been through. It's like we have so come to the place that we honestly want God's best for our lives. That doesn't really make things any easier though. I knew that if I didn't let myself grieve, be angry, sad etc...that one day it would be even harder to work through. So for 2 days I did just that, and felt I was ready to move on.
Thursday morning I had another appointment for bloodwork and also a meeting with one of the doctors. He refered me to a specialist and said that we will wait for my numbers to go back to zero and then their office would set up an appointment for me. Thursday afternoon, his nurse called telling me that my numbers had gone up. I was in total shock again. WHAT? It seemed like some kind of cruel joke. It had been hard for me to believe that I was miscarrying because with my other 2 there had been sooo much pain and blood. This time, it was just a day or 2 and nothing painful at all. I had thought that maybe there was some blood there from implantation or something, but had also accepted the fact that from the looks of things, it was actually happening or had already happened. So when the report came back I was shocked. We thought maybe it could be that I was only a few days pregnant but had indeed miscarried one before. We didn't know what was going on. So it was back to the recliner for me with orders to come in for more bloodwork in a few days.
Meanwhile that Friday we got a call from our foster care agency wondering if we would take in 2 brothers. A 10 month old and a 2 1/2 year old. We talked about it but knew that with everything going on with me it just wasn't good timing. I wouldn't have been able to care for them the first few days and I just didn't want to put them through that. We said "No" but now I wish we would've taken them! Hopefully we'll get another call before too long.
Monday morning found me back at the doctors office. By the way, I hate doing bloodwork. They always have a hard time finding a good vein from me. The nurse told me to call back around 2 to get the results. When I called back, they informed me that my numbers were at 42. So it definitely was a miscarriage. I cried all over again. The doctor talked to me about all kinds of things and was very patient in answering all of my questions. We spent about 25 minutes on the phone. When I got off of the phone, it was almost a sense of relief in a way. It had been so hard for me to believe that things could actually be ok after all and I kinda knew in my gut that things wouldn't turn out right but it still was the finality of it all.
Yesterday I had bloodwork once again and my numbers are now at -1. We plan on seeing a specialist to see what could be causing this. Now that it is my 3rd miscarriage it is considered more of a diagnosis. "Habitual Aborter" is the word they use. Sounds awful. I hate the word ABORTION and it almost feels like that diagnosis makes me and my body an abortion machine. From research I've done I am almost positive that it is a progesterone issue and from what I hear that is a pretty easy "fix".
When I tell people that I am at peace with everything they question whether I am sincere. I love being challenged like that, but I can't explain the peace that I have. As much as I would love to be pregnant and bear a child from the fruit of my husband and I, I honestly feel like I have left it go. That doesn't mean that there haven't been times when I am sad or cry or get angry. We have been surrounded by SO many family and friends who have been praying for us and believing with us. Alot of times these past few weeks I felt too angry and weak to pray and it felt so good to know there were people "standing in the gap" for us. THANK YOU. Yes, it still hits me and affects me, but honestly under it all, I feel carried and just at peace...