It seems that bad luck follows on birthdays. I found out we lost our 3rd baby last year on Spencer’s birthday. And this year, 2 days before my birthday we almost suffered another loss.
I had my first prenatal appt. on Monday Aug 20th. I went through all of the normal 1st appt. questions. We got to the trans vaginal ultrasound and the nurse said she saw a large sac, but didn’t see any of the normal fetal structures. She didn’t see a heartbeat and she couldn’t really measure a fetal pole. She suggested that I return in a week to look again, that perhaps it was too early. In all of my pregnancies–I have always seen a heartbeat at 7 weeks. So, needless to say, I was freaking out. She also suggested I have some basic blood work done. If the results yielded anything she would call me.
She did call me that evening, and said that after consulting with another doctor, she thinks I am having an abnormal pregnancy. She indicated that my blood work combined with the ultrasound results indicated either a molar or an ectopic pregnancy. Ok, this sucks. She said I should go to radiology first thing in the morning for a detailed ultrasound. Hubby and I were dumbstruck. If it was a molar pregnancy, and all signs pointed that way, I would need another D&C. I couldn’t get an IUD, and I couldn’t try for another pregnancy (not that I would!!!) for 6-12 months. Not to mention the loss, and grief and recovery.
I went to radiology at 3pm Tuesday. The tech did an abdominal US first. He immediately saw my baby, the heartbeat, and that everything looked normal. I was nervously relieved. He also did a vaginal US to make sure the baby was in the correct place (and not ectopic). All signs pointed to a normal pregnancy.
The nurse called that evening and confirmed the diagnosis–we have a normal pregnancy! I agreed to keep my 1 week follow up appt with her, rather than go over all of the ‘next steps’ over the phone.
What a crazy 24 hours!