Life is Fleeting- Part 5

On Saturday, September 6th, Dustin and I were heading to bed when the worst happened: I began to spot and cramp. In a panic, I called a friend to come stay with Xavier while Dustin rushed me to the hospital. At just 8 weeks pregnant, I knew that I was still at high risk for a miscarriage and we were both terrified.

We arrived at the ER at 10:30 and I was admitted quickly. After drawing blood, conducting an ultrasound and many other tests, we left the hospital at 2 AM with not much more information than we had at our arrival. The tests were inconclusive. The sonogram showed that the baby was measuring 5 weeks 4 days which was not good considering I was supposedly 8 weeks along. The doctor told us that there were 3 possibilities: 1) the dates were off, the baby was fine and it was just too early to detect a heartbeat 2) the pregnancy had ended in fetal demise a couple weeks prior and had not passed yet and 3) the pregnancy was a blighted ovum which means there was no baby to begin with, just a sac. We were sent home and instructed to follow up with my OB.

We went home defeated, unsure of what was happening. I spent the night tossing and turning and was thankful when it was time to get up Sunday morning. I spent the day with my feet up and the spotting stopped. The cramping stopped. I had such a good day that I convinced myself that everything was ok.

On Monday, I went in to work, needing to keep busy, and called my OB first thing. They scheduled me for an 8AM appointment on Wednesday morning and told me to call asap if any of the symptoms reappeared.

I hadn't been at work for more than 2 hours when the symptoms came back. Of course as fate would have it, I had Open House that evening and had to put on a happy face and give 2 presentations to the 4th grade parents until 8PM. By the time the evening was over, I knew the pregnancy was as well. I had miscarried our precious baby number 3.

When I got home, I collapsed into Dustin who was strong and supportive and so full of love. He assured me that everything would be ok. He is just so amazing.

The next morning I called my doctor's office and told them that I was certain I had miscarried. They told me to come to my appointment as scheduled and that they would be able to give me more information at that time.

Fast forward to Wednesday morning and Dustin and I went in for the sonogram. Even though I knew that I had miscarried, I fell apart when the sonographer confirmed that there was nothing there. The baby was gone.

We met with Dr. Sundstrom before leaving and he felt horrible. After encouraging us to try again, he had not expected this. He assured Dustin and I that this wasn't the end. That we were able to have another baby if we chose. That all hope wasn't lost.

So, if you are reading this, please pray for us. Pray for God's will in our lives. Pray for peace and understanding. Pray for Dustin. Pray for Xavier. Pray for me.

Precious baby number 3, we will see you again some day. We love you. We have yet another treasure to look forward to in heaven.