If you’re someone like me who’s been TTC (Trying to Conceive) for years (or even months), you know the desperate feeling of wanting that positive… Just one. I got that positive a few weeks ago but having tried for so long, I still had my guard up. I tested almost every morning and took a peek whenever I “went” to make sure there wasn’t any blood..
Yesterday I missed a morning dose of Crinone (progesterone). I took it as soon as I got home from work (around 5pm) then took my regular 8pm dose. I thought I was in the clear.
But, on my way to work this morning I felt that all too familiar feeling – the gush. I got to work and there was no stopping it. My pants were soaked. 2 large clots came out. One was gunky white (looking back, I think it was the Crinone build up). I was devastated. I sat in my office bathroom for about 30 minutes crying to my nurse. Then crying to my husband. Finally calling my coworker to save me from humiliation. She drove me home where I laid in bed as instructed.
My husband met me at home and we just sat there for 5 hours staring at the clock.. tick & tock….
I could still feel cramping off and on (like contractions). I kept drinking water and waited till our 2pm appointment. I started clearing out The Bump & What To Expect update emails from my inbox. I started to uninstall the Pregnancy app from my phone. The contractions slowed and the bleeding turned to spotting.
We left for our appointment. As we were driving, I kept praying that our doctor would be kind, sincere, & gentle when sharing the dreaded news. I was relieved to see the lobby was empty when we got there. I couldn’t break down in front of other hopeful-mom-patients. The nurse called us back and I started sobbing, I couldn’t stop. I sobbed while I told her what was going on, I cried when I undressed, I bawled when I laid on the cold bed. The doctor came in and immediately said the nurse filled him in on my story. He started the sonogram and immediately panned towards a little moving dot… a heartbeat. A healthy 6-week-3-day-old growing baby with a heartbeat! (There was a small section of the sack that looked like it was separating – so the doctor doubled my progesterone)
I looked over and noticed my husband with a tear in his eye – the first time I’ve EVER seen him cry.
So, here we are: On bed rest. Light activity, limited to carrying 5lbs or less. But we are still having a baby!