My Unhappy Ending

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Well, February was over before it started and so was pregnancy # 2!

Here is the rundown:

Monday, February 11: BFP!

Wednesday, February 13 : Beta #1 1900ish

Friday, February 15: Beta #2 5000

Saturday, February 16: Red-brown and brown blood spotting (Pretty much knew it was over)

Tuesday, February 19: More blood, ultrasound revealed large, irregularly shaped mass and a possible gestational sac; doctor suspects molar pregnancy; wait

Thursday, February 21: HCG levels normal and increasing, ultrasound revealed larger, but abnormally-shaped  gestational sac with possible fetal pole; doctor suspects mass is a very large blood clot and not a molar pregnancy; wait

Thursday, February 28:  HCG levels still normal and increasing but gestational sac shows no growth from previous week; wait

Monday, March 4: Despite rising HCG levels, ultrasound shows no additional gestational sac growth;  OFFICIALLY OVER; D & C scheduled

Tuesday, March 5: D & C performed.

The blood clot could have stopped the embryo from growing or it could have been another chromosomal abnormality.  I guess we’ll find out soon.

Like I said, all of these events took place within a few, short weeks but those days have consisted of sleepless nights, missed work, trips back and forth to the doctor, hopelessness, and terror.  Maybe I have no idea what pregnancy and expectancy are supposed to feel like, but I know for certain that it’s not supposed to feel like this.

I honestly do not go looking for trouble, but why does it always find me?

Right now, I’m just trying to survive physically and emotionally.  This D & C has been a lot harder on me than the previous one.  I fear the sight of blood and clotting.  I try to stay medicated just to stay sane.

Maybe my body is getting stronger, but my spirit is getting weaker.  I really have no words to describe how I feel emotionally:  numb?  scared?  broken?  I just don’t know.

I don’t think I miss this second baby (and I hate to say that) because I never got the chance to get attached.  Once I saw the blood that Saturday, I just figured it was all downhill from there.  I didn’t really get a clear picture on the ultrasound and the baby never had a heartbeat.  I guess I’m lucky that way–not seeing or knowing the baby.  Maybe it won’t hurt as much.

But it’s all a lie because I still miss my first baby.  Now more than ever.

18 responses to this post.

  1. I’m so sorry! I know words probably don’t help much but please know you are in my thoughts. Sending you many hugs

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  2. I am so so sorry. *hugs* . Miscarriage is like a knife to the soul and nothing helps the pain. Do whatever it takes to survive these harsh days. Take care.

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  3. Oh, honeybun, my heart just breaks for you. I think you are very strong, lady.

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  4. I have no words. I’m just wish this pain wasn’t presented to you – to have it, to feel the hope and for it to be taken away.

    I know nothing I write will soothe you right now but I want you to know that I’m sending you lots of love. That I’m thinking of you and that I hope your miracle really does come soon.

    Rest up – ignore the world for a bit and heal. x

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  5. I’m really sorry… xo

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  6. Fuck. I’m so sorry 😦

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  7. Posted by SM on March 10, 2013 at 11:06 pm

    I’m so sorry, sweetie! Sending you love and light.

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  8. I’m so, so sorry. You don’t deserve this. Wishing you healing and peace.

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  9. This is devastating to hear.

    I’m incredibly sorry for you and your husband.

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  10. I am really sorry to hear this for you. I hope you can do your best to get some rest and take really good care of yourself this week.

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  11. Posted by idioticinfertility on March 11, 2013 at 11:30 am

    I’m sorry for your losses.

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  12. I’m so sorry.

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  13. I’m thinking of you and praying for healing… Daily.

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  14. […] in my last post when I said that I didn’t really miss the baby that I just lost a few weeks […]

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