My Second Pregnancy

As many of you who are also trying to get pregnant will understand you get so excited wondering if you're pregnant that you'll take the test days before your missed period. That's what I did. It had been two years after my last miscarriage and I took a test just to see. It was a faint positive. I couldn't believe it. I went out and bought more tests and they were all positive. With my insurance you have to get a positive test from them before you can make your appointment to see the doctor. So I went and did the urine test at my doctors. When they called me they said I'm sorry you're not pregnant. I started crying. My period didn't come and I still had a lot of wetness down there (which is exactly what I had with my first pregnancy) so I still was sure I was pregnant. I even went out and bought different brands of tests just in case one brand was defective and they all came out positive. So I went back a couple of days later and took another urine test and a blood test. Then I went with my parents to Home Depot and that's when I got the call about the urine test. She said I'm sorry you're not pregnant. I lost it and started crying. I had no doubt that I WAS pregnant but I thought obviously something is wrong with the pregnancy if it wasn't showing up. I found out later that the type of urine tests that my doctor uses will only show a positive for a higher amount of hcg than the home pregnancy tests do. I got a call later that my blood test showed that I WAS in fact pregnant. At that point I got excited. I went out and bought a pack of onesies. I told everyone. My husband didn't want to tell anyone but I said that if this turns out to be a healthy pregnancy I don't want to spend any second of it hiding it from anyone. I know the statistics are low to have two miscarriages in a row so I thought for sure I wasn't going to have one. I wasn't worried at all.

My doctor had made me continue going every other day to get a blood test to see how my hcg numbers were doing. I got a call from the nurse and she said my numbers were going down. At that point I was still hopeful that they would reverse and go back up because I had read online that that had happened to some people. God surely wouldn't make me go through another miscarriage after how long I've been trying and what I've gone through. Another couple days later the nurse called me again and said my numbers dropped again. She said there is no hope for this pregnancy and you will miscarry. I called my mom sobbing asking her why is this happening to me again. My mom was driving up to visit my Grandpa but she turned around so she could be with me.

This time since I was only 6 weeks along it was like a really bad period with horrible horrible cramps. I had the large blood clots. I didn't see a baby come out. So physically this miscarriage was better than the last time.

I had to again go get a rhogam shot for my rh negative. You have to get the shot within 5 days so I had to go while I was miscarrying. I had to wait one hour to get my blood tested. So I'm sitting there squeezing my husband's hand every time the cramp got severe. It's very hard to be in public when you're in SO much pain because you can't writhe around on the floor which is what you want to do. So I finally got my blood test and then they told me to go to the nurse's station and get my shot. So I had to wait another hour for my turn. I'm telling you this was such torture. Now that I think back on it I should have been more demanding and made them see me faster since I was in the middle of miscarrying. They finally call my name and they ask me where's the medicine? I have no idea what they're talking about. She said that the place where I got the blood test should have given me the medicine. So now I have to go back and get the medicine and then go back to the nurses station. I do everything they ask and go back and knock on the nurses door. This other nurse opens the door and tells me that I can't cut in line and I need to wait my turn. I try to explain to her what happened and that the other nurse told me to come knock on the door. She looks at me with a condescending look. Then the other nurse walks by and I say She's the one who told me. So now those two nurses are fighting over who has to give me a shot. One of them wants to go on her lunch break and the other one is just a witch!! I wish I would have yelled and said "Hello!! I'm miscarrying here and I'm in utter pain you guys are being totally unprofessional and inconsiderate just give me my damn shot!!" But of course I'm too nice and don't say anything. Finally the one who wanted to go on her lunch break gives me the shot. So then I can finally go home and have my miscarriage in peace.

The way I dealt with this miscarriage after it happened was I didn't think about it. Maybe that's not the best way but that's what I did.