On April 1, 2012, my suspected pregnancy was confirmed. I had implantation bleeding on March 29 but my last cycle had started on February 22 so I was very confused about my irregular cycle and why I had negative tests for the past week but no period. With great relief and a huge sense of joy, I looked at a few ovulation calendars online and chose December 10 as our estimated due date. We were thrilled at the thought of a Christmas baby.
But, even that day, I had an unsettled feeling. Anxiety. A feeling of uncertainty.
Since I had tested positive on the earliest possible day, it took about 2 weeks to actually feel pregnant. Those waves of nausea and the sense of falling asleep in my chair was a great relief because that unsettled feeling remained in the back of my head at all times.
Around 7 weeks pregnant and the day of our town's arts and crafts festival, Mr. Messy decided it was time to start spreading our good news. He told everyone we saw about our Christmas baby. I was fine with that because I felt like my paranoia was just that but my unsettled feeling was growing stronger and stronger.
Around 8 weeks, I finally told Mr. Messy about my feelings. He was very reassuring but the nagging thoughts lingered.
A few days before 9 weeks pregnant, I had the tiniest bit of pink spotting. Even though I spotted with Liza and I know that first trimester spotting is normal, that spot on the toilet paper was enough for me. I knew I was miscarrying. I went into full-fledged depression mode -- taking to the bed, crying, letting Mr. Messy take care of the kids. I lost it.
The next day, the spotting was the tiniest bit heavier.
The day after that, I had a streak of red.
Then, a gush of brown.
I pinned all my hopes on a sub-chorionic hemorrhage. Not a great thing to hope for but I knew it was my only hope and my bleeding lined up perfectly with the symptoms.
But, my heart already knew the truth.
I knew we weren't going to have a Christmas baby.
On Wednesday, May 9, I called my OB and left a message with him nurse pretty much begging her to fit me in that day or do anything she could so I wouldn't have to see the on-call doctor who I don't trust to be respectful of my homebirth plans and my need to be an active participant in healthcare decisions.
Within an hour of my message, I was sitting at the Women's Clinic. I told my OB, Dr. Cobb, about my bleeding and as soon as I said that I hadn't felt sick or had any pregnancy symptoms in a week, the look on his face said it all. He asked what I wanted to do and I said that I wanted to check for a heartbeat and follow-up with an ultrasound if he didn't find a heartbeat.
10 minutes later I was in the ultrasound room. I saw the sac. I saw the baby. No heartbeat. No movement. It was so obvious I didn't even ask the technician what she saw. I watched her measure the sac at 7 weeks and 2 days. Exactly 2 weeks prior.
Immediate grief. But, also a strange sense of relief. My heart already knew the bad news and now my brain saw for itself.
I really was at peace immediately. This baby wasn't meant to be born. At least I knew for certain now.
Dr. Cobb saw me a few minutes later. He instinctively knew I wouldn't want a D&C unless it was medically warranted so we talked about the risk of infection and he told me that if I emotionally needed to be done with it all, he could schedule a D&C whenever I wanted.
I called my midwife a few hours later. She told me what the physical aspect of the miscarriage would likely feel like and gave me firm instructions to call if I needed support or had questions about the bleeding.
To be continued.......