Our Story: The first u/s of her
Part 24?? (I need to check!)
After the conference was over, I started to panic.
Well, that is an understatement.
Every moment of my waking hours (and some sleeping) I was obsessed. Was everything okay? What if I miscarried, again? Could I last another 7 days until my ultrasound?
I took pregnancy tests every single day.
Yes, it was expensive. But I needed SOMETHING.
I don't get morning sickness. I don't. I didn't with Curtis and I didn't with this pregnancy. I prayed for morning sickness. I know people want to throw things at me now that I admitted this, and with Curtis I was pretty damn pleased I felt so good. But with this pregnancy I wanted SOMETHING to tell me I was pregnant. I wanted a sore chest. I wanted mood swings. I wanted to puke.
I had an appointment set up with my doctor, the one I had when I lost Curtis, set up for close to 8 weeks. I would have an ultrasound to make sure things were growing okay. Implanted okay.
One day, at work, I took another pregnancy test. It was a daily habit. I knew I needed to stop. but...I needed SOMETHING.
The test line was light.
I had been testing for 3 weeks now. The lines had always been dark.
I start to shake. I had been having some cramps...nothing BAD...but...
Deep breaths. I get through the next few hours and make it to my next client's house. As I pulled in, I realized I couldn't wait. I couldn't do it anymore.
I mulled it over in my head. "Do I call? Do I try to get in earlier?"
I called. My doctor was out, do I want to talk to the other doctors?
I lied. I told them I was having severe cramping and spotting.
Yes, I lied. I didn't care. I told them I lost a baby at 40 weeks, I lost one to miscarriage. I needed help. Even if there was nothing they could do, I needed to know. I cried.
So, yeah, I lied. I don't care and I would do it all over again if I had to.
They got me an appointment at 3:30.
I made an excuse to my client's and shook the entire 45 minute drive to the clinic.
I didn't call Craig. I didn't want to worry him. I didn't want him to panic. Plus, I had lied. Now, he isn't the truth police or anything, but I just didn't want to tell him I basically made it all up because of a pregnancy test. My 50th or so this pregnancy.
They got me in quickly. While taking my vitals and getting the ultrasound machine ready the doctor and the nurse were having this conversation.
"Did you hear about the woman who got punched into the stomach and went into labor?"
"Yeah, my wife was the nurse on that case. It is just unreal."
"Yeah, I don't know if she was abused. I don't think the baby is okay"
At this point I piped up (it was a popular news story in our area) "No, it was a set up. Her boyfriend paid the guy to punch her. I think she lost the baby. You guys do know I lost a baby at 40 weeks and a conversation like this really bothers me?"
I had to lay back on the table. I felt so exposed. I was so early they had to go a vaginal ultrasound. I was trying to keep my legs from shaking.
I refused to look at the screen. The last ultrasounds I had were Curtis and his still body. My miscarriage and not a baby in sight.
"There we are. Everything is fine. Measuring 6 weeks, 6 days. Just one! Tiny heart beat. Look!"
I was stunned. I really was.
"Your bleeding and severe cramping are probably just the baby settling in. No biggie. "
Or, it could be the gigantic lie I told.
The doctor was all smiles. I said how happy I was. I said it is hard, I lost a baby at 40 weeks, I know how wrong it can all go. But for now, I am happy.
He said yes, and since it is so rare, no research is being done. I tell him that isn't true. It isn't rare. One of of 100 isn't rare. There is research. There are studies. I can get him the research from the organization I have worked with. He ignores this and repeats there is no research and it won't happen twice. I say I know people it has happened to twice.
What does he say?
"Well, you know, it can always be worse. At least it wasn't SIDS as an infant, or a drowning as a toddler or a car accident as a teenager. Just remind yourself of that. There is always something worse out there."
I think my mouth hung open.
He hands me my little ultrasound picture and walked out the door.
To this day, I hate the man. He is ranked one of the top doctors for women in our area. I fantasize about writing a letter. Even years later, I can clearly hear his words.
Yes, of course SIDS and drowning and car accidents are horrid. But that is not what I know. What I know is being pregnant 40 damn weeks. What I know is coming home to a house filled to the brim with baby boy clothes and strollers and swings. I know going through labor, the blood, the stitches to only hold my son for 4 hours.
I do not know SIDS or car accidents.
I know this. This is my "worst" this is the worst thing that has ever happened to me. I cannot compare. They are apples to ....cars! You cannot compare them. Each are separate things. I cannot shrug my shoulders and skip out the door singing "it can always be worse!"
It really ruined a nice moment. It robbed me of seeing my daughter (unknown to me) the first time. I remember little of seeing that tiny bean on the screen and remember more the conversation about the woman getting punched and the "hey, it could be worse!" slap in the face. I remember more about him brushing off the research I knew was happening. I remember more how horrified I was that an OB doctor didn't know how to deal with a grieving, so deeply grieving, pregnant woman.
I got in the car and called Craig. I needed to tell him. I needed to tell him our baby had a heartbeat and in this moment, despite that jackass of a doctor, things were okay.
He was on the golf course.
"So, babe, yeah...I was panicking and ended up in the doctor's office."
"Yeah, there is a heartbeat. Things are good."
"You don't sound okay. "
"I am okay. It is just... well, I will tell you later. But the baby is okay. In this moment, we are okay."
And we were.
But now that I was 0 for 2 in doctors, how was I going to find a good one?