I had a miscarriage in December '05. It was the most horrendous thing I've ever had to live through. The baby had stopped developing at 6 weeks, but we didn't know until everything started. At that point I thought I was 10 weeks, and was very attached. Now, 3 months later, I find myself pregnant again.
Here we go again.
The doctor sent me right away for an ultrasound at 6 weeks, to determine whether or not the pregnancy would be viable. In otherwords, to make sure there was a baby, and a heartbeat. There was a visible gestational sac, but no 'fetal pole' as they call it. The technician instructed me to come back in 10 days, and told me that I probably just wasn't as far along as they thought I was.
Later I would see the file from the original ultrasound and realize that, while she was very encouraging to me outwardly, the tech did not believe that there would be a baby in 10 days.
Thankfully I didn't know that at the time, but still spent an agonizing 10 days wondering. I was terrified of going through this again.
10 days later I dutifully drank my 4 glasses of water and, bladder bursting, headed to the ultrasound clinic. The technician (a different woman this time, young, my age I think) was a saint and told me that they would skip the doppler and go straight to the trans-vaginal scan which meant I could go pee! It was probably a good thing, because I don't know if my bladder would have been able to withstand the poking and prodding!
The technician performed the ultrasound while I stared at the ceiling and wondered what was going on. They don't let you see the screen at first with these types of situations... just in case.
But when she finally turned that screen towards me, instead of seeing what I was dreading (another empty gestational sac) I saw a big baby blog, with a wildly beating heart, umbilical cord and yolk sac! The tiny little thing had a tiny little heart that was beating at 130 beats per minute. Twice as fast as yours or mine.
So, I was able to finally relax, and stop wondering if my baby was alive or not.
Until one week later.
I woke up monday morning, had a shower, dried off, got half dressed, then had to pee (as usual). That's when I realized that I was spotting. Again. Just like last time.. Okay, not just like last time.. it wasn't as red or as heavy as last time, so I tried not to panic too much. That didn't work.
My OBGYN, as fate would have it, was on call at the hospital on monday, so I had no choice but to go sit in the ER for 7 hours until I was finally admitted and seen by a doctor.
That doctor sent me home to worry some more because there were no techs left able to perform an ultrasound (yeah, I don't believe that either). I got an appointment, and came back the next morning at 8:30, again with a bursting bladder, and waited some more.
The tech finally brought me in, but wouldn't let my husband in with me until after she had finished looking around.
Finally she called him in and turned the screen so I could see, and there was our baby blob, bigger than last week, and it's heart was still pounding away. The doctors couldn't see anything wrong with my scan, and since I had no pain and the bleeding had not gotten any worse (in fact it had lessened) they sent me home, told me to take it easy for the day, and that was it.
So far so good!
