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Showing posts with label Miscarriage #2. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Miscarriage #2. Show all posts

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

What's next?

We opted not to do chromosome testing on the embryo because it would be around $700 and not covered by insurance until the 3rd miscarriage unless "medically necessary." Plus, the doctor said the results are almost always inconclusive. We will have blood tests done, but again, they may not tell us much. As the doctor said, a lot of things they test for are automatically ruled out by the fact that I've already had a successful pregnancy.

So basically, waiting and then rolling the dice again is where we're at. It sucks.

I'm not particularly sensitive about things that people say like "it wasn't meant to be" or "there was something wrong with the baby" because I honestly (so far) believe that. It's definitely harder to keep that perspective the second time, but I'm still going with it... (especially considering the fact that my body didn't expel the embryo again, which gives me hope that my uterus isn't the problem.) However, I do agree with other bloggers who have written that people expect that you should be over it after a certain amount of time. That's just not the case. There will be two birthdays in 2009 that I will not be celebrating, and two people that should have been my children who will never see the world. You don't get over that.

Saturday, December 13, 2008

Raw

It hasn't really set in I guess. Things are just a little raw right now. Maybe it's just that I never really let myself believe that this one was going to be okay.

In an instant, I went from being a person who had one healthy baby and one miscarriage to a person who has had two miscarriages and one healthy baby. I went from being a low-risk pregnancy to being referred to a fertility specialist for testing.

I feel so lucky and so, so thankful for my son, but I'm panicking. Is this it? Is that the bargain that God made with me? Maybe I just get one healthy baby. Who's to say that I'll ever have another?

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

The end. Again.

Call it sixth sense, call it whatever you will, but somehow I knew. My baby has died. Again. I should have been 8 weeks 2 days, and the embryo was only 6 weeks. D & E is scheduled for tomorrow. My heart is breaking.