Friday, May 29, 2009

It's a ????

Well, thank goodness that I had been questioning the sono tech's belief from the 10 wk scan that we were having a boy. I went yesterday for my 16 wk visit with the peri and he thinks it's a girl. He didn't seem totally convinced so I'm not settling on anything until the next visit in 3 wks.

Thursday, May 21, 2009

Oh my...

Well, tomorrow I'm off on a long weekend to NYC with my MIL and 2 SIL's. This will be the first time that I've ever been around any of them this much. I'm very nervous. It will also be the first time that I've seen my pg SIL since finding out about her pgy. I had this trip planned before knowing about her pgy.

It would make it so much easier if I could drink! A nice little buzz maintained through the weekend could make everything seem a little nicer. I hope I'm worrying about nothing.

Sunday, May 17, 2009

More thoughts

So I've realized that my last post could have given the impression that people who've had multiple pregnancy losses are or should be without hope for success. That couldn't be further from the truth. I want to talk a bit more about this. I hope that I didn't hurt anyone by my comments in that post.

My point was that in the 1950's there were so few options available to women with fertility issues or RPL. We are so fortunate today to have a plethora of diagnostic testing and treatment options available to us. My mother had none of that. Given the despair and loss of hope that I felt as I went through my journey, I thought that my mother may have felt something similar. However, she did not have the looming age issue that I had.

In other news, I had a good OB appointment on Friday. Everything is just as it should be.

Sunday, May 10, 2009

A Talk with Mama about Pregnancy Loss

I grew up knowing my whole childhood that my mother had suffered multiple pregnancy losses b/t children numbers one and two. In fact, the matter of fact manner in which she always spoke of her losses did not serve me well when I had my own. B/c of the way she always spoke of them, I greatly underestimated the great pain and depth of despair that goes along with such a loss.

I am the 5th of 5 children. By the time I came along, the losses were a memory 8 to 9 years old and older than that by the time she was discussing them with me. It's so strange to me now how it was just something that we always seemed to talk about. Did we really or is that just how I remember it? Anyway, she went on to have 4 more healthy children after those losses and had a baby at home while they were happening. I suppose that makes all the difference.

Allow me to digress a moment for background purposes....My sister also m/c her first pg and went on to have 4 healthy babies in 12 years. My mother's sister had 3 or more m/c after her 1st over a 12 year period until giving birth to number two. All of these women seemed to sail through these losses. How is that possible? Was I too young to see the truth? Does going on to have a baby change it all? I don't know the answers to these questions. I know that I still ache for my lost baby even while I nurture and grow this one in me.

Okay, back to the story...

This weekend I went home for... Well, you know what I went home for. I don't think we have to name it here. And to tell my parents about the pregnancy. Sat night my mother and I couldn't sleep. We sat up in the living room talking. I started asking questions about her miscarriages. So now she tells me that maybe there were 4. I always knew that one of them was a 2nd trimester loss and that she almost died from blood loss, but now I am just heartbroken by the story. She was taken to an Army hospital and was knocked out immediately without being told anything. They took the baby, by a D&C I suppose. She doesn't know any details of what they did to her. The procedure was not abdominal. She knows that it was a boy. She did not get to see the baby. The Army, an organization that has to give a name to everything, made her name the baby that she never saw. She has no idea why she lost the baby because, as she says, "the Army doesn't tell you anything." It sounds like placental abruption to me. They did not tell her how far along she was, but she thinks 4 or 5 months. I'm so thankful that I did not come of age in the '50's. She was treated as if she had no brain.

Oh, the story will be so much more poignant if you understand that my mother got married at 17 in 1954. She had her first baby 11 months later at age 18. All of these losses were happening when she was 19 years old. Can you imagine that?

Now, here's the thing that I really wanted to tell you. I asked her, "when you had all of those miscarriages, did you get to a point where you thought you would never have another baby?" I almost fell off my chair when she said, "No, uh uh." I mean, it was so obvious that it had never occurred to her.

Youthful naivete or faith? What do you think?