Twins birth story

On Friday July 9th I went in for my 36 week prenatal appt. We still had two weeks until our scheduled c-section but my blood pressure was starting to climb so we were thinking about moving my csection up to 37 weeks. I had been checking and charting all my blood pressure reads and symptoms so we could make a final decision about moving it up to 37 weeks if necessary.

Dean was working his second job close to home not at the hospital so I had decided to switch cars with him to save gas and I would drive his small car out to the hospital. 

At my appt my dr looked at my swelling, the blood pressure charting, and took my blood pressure in office and saw it was elevated. He sent me to labor and delivery and told me if my blood pressure remained high he would be recommending we deliver that day, otherwise we would be moving it up to 37 weeks. 

I called Dean and had him head to the hospital and it wound up being perfect he had my car because he was able to stop by the house and grab our carseats and hospital bags. We hadn't put anything in the car yet and If he would have had his car it wouldn't have fit.

We were monitored for 5 hours at the hospital. I was having consistent contractions that I hardly felt and didn't realize were contractions and was barely starting to dilate. I had a headache that medication would bring from a pain scale of 6 to a 4 and my blood pressure although slightly elevated wasn't enough to deliver so we figured we would be discharged. When the dr came in to discuss our plan Dean and I were ready to head home and deliver in a week. The dr asked about my headache, when I told her it was a 4 she said she was under the impression it was gone and said ok then we are delivering today. Dean and I sat there completely caught off guard we were sure we were heading home. They started my iv medication for the csection and brought in deans scrubs for the OR. It still seems surreal how quickly it all happened. 

Once in the OR baby B's heartbeat dropped drastically and they ran to get an ultrasound. I was sitting on the bed in position for the spinal tap only to have everything put on hold while they checked with the ultrasound. Luckily her heart rate went back up because if it was still low they were going to have to put me completely under.

My spinal tap was the easiest one I have gotten I only felt the numbing shots but this csection I felt more pulling and pressure then my previous two. 

Right before they brought Dean in the called for the NICU team which I know is standard procedure for premature babies but it still made me nervous.

The surgery went amazing and before we knew it they were pulling out baby a. She didn't cry at first but when they let me touch her and see her through the clear curtain they were able to get her crying. Immediately when I saw her I told Dean I thought we were going to be switching babies names, Baby A was going to be Brooklynn because to me that's who she looked like. I had a dream a few weeks prior and Brooklynn had brown hair and Adelynn was blonde. We saw her for about 30 secs before they went to evaluate her. The nurse put the solid curtain back up and said to let her know when they were pulling out baby b and the dr responded she's already out. Not even a full minute passed between the girls being born. Adelynn also wasn't crying at first but they got her to start crying before handing her off because she had fluid in her lungs. Baby A had blonde hair and that's when I told dean I really felt like we needed to switch their names. He agreed.

Baby A Brookylnn Grace 713pm

Baby B Adelynn Joanna 714pm

Both girls went to be evaluated with Dean and I got to hear their Apgar scores of 8 and 9 which was amazing knowing they were both ok. 

After they finished closing me up they wheeled me to recovery but on the way stopped so I could peak at the girls during their nicu evaluation. I was taken to recovery and had to wait about 20 mins before they brought the girls and Dean to me. When they wheeled the girls in I asked to do skin to skin expecting one at a time and the nurse handed them both to me. At that second it really set in we had twins. 

From here it gets a bit fuzzy, I remember not feeling great but that's expected after a surgery but then I started to hemorrhage. The drs worked quickly and slowed the bleeding and we were able to move to the mother and baby unit. 

I cannot tell you how long we were in the room because again everything for me is a blur. I remember we had just gotten ready for bed and Dean laid down on the chair next to me. I said Dean I'm not feeling great and that's the last thing I remember. 

Next thing I know deans standing on the other side of the bed and drs and nurses are literally running in. I was covered in throw up, extremely exhausted, and confused. They start asking my name, where I was, and why I was in the hospital and I hear one of the nurses say when she came in I was unresponsive and my tongue was hanging out the side of my mouth. Another dr reads my blood pressure 38/27 and that's when chaos really started. I looked at Dean and asked him what was happening because I thought I had fallen asleep. He said I started gagging but couldn't respond and my eyes were open but glazed over so he ran for help. 

I can 100% say Dean saved my life and if he had not been in the room or had not woken up I would not be here today.

15 drs and nurses came in and starting working on me along with the rapid response team. They were pulling handfuls of blood out as they were trying to locate where the bleeding was coming from and would push on my uterus and dean said it looked like someone stepped on a water bottle with how much blood would come out. I had 3 blood transfusions and they inserted a balloon (jada) to help suction the blood. They were pushing so many meds, at times they weren't sure 3 IVs were enough.  I kept falling asleep and coming to to them still working on me. They finally got it under control my blood pressure stabilized and they transferred me to a higher care post partum unit. The rapid response team asked if I needed an ICU bed and my nurse said no we will monitor her we want to keep her with her babies, for that I will forever be grateful. 

The next day I had to have a fourth blood transfusion and plasma transfusion but was starting to feel better. As the day progressed I realized even more so how critical my hemorrhage was. 

One of the nurses came over to check on me and said she had just seen me being wheeled out to postpartum and was so excited for the twins then when she got to the room for the rapid response call her heart dropped as she saw me bleeding out and hemorrhaging. Hearing those words almost broke me, the reality of how close it came hit me like a ton of bricks.

 I found out another one of my nurses personally ran to the blood bank to grab the blood because they didn't think I had time to wait for the blood bank to get the order and get it to me and knew if anything was missed I would run out of time. 

One of the residents came in and said he was amazed to see how well I was doing today after everything I went through and when he heard my blood pressure was 38/27 he was shocked I was still alive. 

All of these moments weighed extremely heavy on me.  I really struggled. Struggled with the fear of going to sleep and possibly not waking up, struggled with the fear of moving and starting to bleed out again, struggled with the fear of not ever healing and not going home to my four kids. I also realized what a blessing it was we couldn't have visitors under 18 due to COVID because if we were allowed to there it is a very good chance the boys would have been in the room when everything happened.

It was a hard day and on top of that they needed me moving and sleeping to be able to watch vitals and bleeding to make sure things were improving. I had to face every fear head on and finally fell apart with Dean and asked him to walk me through every moment. We both cried, and he said he has never been that scared in his life,  he is a nurse and mentioned he had never seen that much blood come out of a person's body. Before each of my deliveries I would have a talk with Dean and we would go over how we wanted the kids raised if something were to happen to me. I know there is a possibility with every surgery but didn't realize how close I would get to it becoming our reality.

Yesterday was hard, but then we faced the hard together and it got better. After 36 hrs of no sleep, I finally got some sleep, I was up and moving (slowly & painfully but moving)and we were on the road to recovery. 

For the first time I stood up and looked at the girls cuddled together in their bassinet. It was a moment I won't ever forget. I could see them from the side but since I wasn't allowed to stand for 36 hours I never got to look down and see how they cuddled together or look at their differences or just admire that I had two babies. 

Dean would show me pictures or I would hold them but the first time I got to stand up and stand at their bassinet looking in at them, I cried. 

I didn't realize it was a moment I had missed or how much it would mean to me but it meant the world. 

I got to look at my babies, I was able to feel part way normal, and most importantly I knew It meant I was healing and would be able to go home to all 4 of my babies and watch them grow up. Something I previously took for granted but will forever be grateful from now on that I get to raise my kids, watch them grow, and be a mom. It can so quickly be taken from you and I really didn't know if I would be able to go home to my family.

There was one big thing I took away from everything that happened. I have always been scared of death and how painful it would be. But even though I was struggling on the outside as I was unresponsive I have no recollections of it, I seriously thought I had fallen asleep. If that Is what dying will be like its not scary it was extremely peaceful. Even though it's hard on those around you who see you suffering, for me, I was sleeping. 

We were discharged Sunday evening and It felt so good to be united as a family of 6. 

We weren't positive we would be discharged as we had to get every doctor to agree and the twins had to pass a carseat test so we didn't tell the boys to make sure we didn't get their hopes up for nothing. Once the girls passed the carseat test we were wheeled out pretty quickly after so decided to just show up and surprise them. They were eating lunch and were so excited and shocked when we walked through the door. They didn't even know how to react but quickly came over to meet their sisters and wanted to hold them. They each immediately took to a twin and the funny part is they chose the twin that most resembles themselves. Dillon wanted Brooklynn and Mason wanted Adelynn.

I was in a lot of pain and this recovery has definitely been my hardest. I still struggle a lot with everything we went through. Seeing blood even if not mine really triggers me. Any increase in my post partum bleeding and I start to panic. 

The Monday after being discharged I passed two large clots the size of tomatoes and I had to rush back into the hospital. Luckily everything was fine and they said after everything i went through the clotting was normal and unless the bleeding became significant I would be fine. 

We are officially 2 weeks post partum and starting to feel like everything will be ok. I had my staples removed and had to once again go to labor and delivery because my iron is extremely low so I needed my 7th iron infusion. This one was much different then my last 6 because instead of them monitoring the babies during the infusion I was able to hold them and be reminded just how blessed we are.

We are still recovering and have a chance of complications up until 6 weeks post partum but are praying everything will continue to improve and heal. I am constantly thanking God the girls were healthy and strong and we have finally completed our family. 

Some fact on the girls

We switched their names at the last minute because I felt like baby A looked more like a Brooklynn and Baby B fit more like an Adelynn.

We also changed Brooklynn's middle name to Grace at the last minute. We felt it was by the grace of God we got these two miracles.

Adelynn swallowed a lot of fluid and needed extra suctioning after birth, she also will need a hip scan at 6 weeks since she was breech when she was born.

Brooklynn has a slight deformity on her foot but they are expecting it to correct itself as it grows. It is already so much better!

On Tuesday at the girls first appt Brooklynns jaundice levels were elevated and they were talking about admitting her to NiCU for light therapy. They ran blood work and actually had to draw blood from both her tiny hands to gelo opoot enough and thankfully decided she didn't need to be admitted. 

Brooklynn looks just like Dillon as a baby and Dillon has claimed her as his baby

Adelynn is identical to Mason in appearance and attitude and the two have already bonded as well. 

I want to say a huge Thank you to our family and friends. Thank you to my parents and sister and brother in law for watching the boys while we were in the hospital and all of the appts following discharge. And thank you to everyone who has reached out with prayers and support and have bought us meals or offered to come help or bring food. We appreciate all of it and could not have gotten through all of this without all the love and prayers and help.

weaning

24 months: 24 months of breastfeeding Mason every 3 hours if not more frequently

2 months: 2 months of slowly weaning at a pace that he was ready for and didnt completely break me

2 week: it has officially been 2 week since Mason has nursed and the process has actually gone much smoother than I expected 

26 months: 26 months and 5 days to be exact of breastfeeding. I never expected to make it this long I had a goal of three months and swore I would not go past 1 year. The first 3 months were torture and I didnt think I would make it to my goal then when I reached it I decided to keep going through flu season, then to 6 months. Then 1 year. Once we hit 1 year I realized neither of us were ready to wean so we kept going. I didnt have plans to wean until we lost the second baby, i didnt wean thinking the nursing caused it but because I almost had to cold turkey wean Mason which I wasn't comfortable with but that was almost my only way to treat the miscarriage due to medication. So when God answered my prayers and allowed me to keep nursing and my body naturally miscarried without medication, Dean and I decided it was time to start weaning but at a slower pace cutting out one feeding at a time. This way if when we start trying again we are unfortunately faced with the medication we dont have to worry about weaning Mason at the same time.

 We waited at least two weeks everytime we cut out a feeding to give him time to adjust and also to slowly help my body and hormones regulate (because to my surprise my body had a much harder time than Mason did). 

-At first we cut out snacking and only nursed at bed/nap and when he woke up, no more comfort or boredom nursing.

- After 2 weeks we decided to try cutting another feed. 

-Next we cut out nursing when he woke up this time we only waited a week before cutting out the next feeding. 

- overnight nursing came next and Thank God for my husband who really stepped up and made this a much easier transition. Even with Dean's crazy schedule he would sleep in our extra bedroom with Mason keeping him distracted throughout the night. We found that if Dean would show Mason I wasnt in our room (I would hide in the bathroom for a few minutes) Mason would settle down much quicker and only cry for a couple minutes before watching blippi with Daddy until he fell asleep. After a week of this he was used to not nursing at night and could have me comfort him back to bed instead of just Dean. 

- after two weeks we then cut the nap nursing session. This one was harder because it meant our nap schedule was not as consistent and some days he skipped his nap all together. The first few days we laid in bed and watched a movie until he fell asleep and gradually he got used to just having me rock him to sleep or laying next to me and falling asleep. 

- After one week of not nursing for naptime I had no plans to cut out the night feedings but had to have dental work and couldn't nurse for 24 hours he didnt have to hard of a time so we decided it was time to go for it. 2 weeks ago I planned to keep the night nursing for at least one more month but now I'm so glad with how smoothly it went and how much it has actually bonded Mason and I more. 

Here's a glimpse at the first seven days of completely weaning:

Night 1: wasn't bad watched a movie and fussed for about 5 mins

Night 2: watched a movie screamed for 5 minutes

Night 3: rocked him in chair asked for a baby a couple times no screaming or crying

Day 4: rock in chair for nap, rocked in chair for bed fussed for less than one minute

Day 5: rocked to sleep for nap no fussing, rocked to sleep for bed fussed for about thirty seconds and was asleep within 1 minute 

Day 6: fell asleep in my arms while standing in line at monster jam, cried for 2 minutes while being rocked then knocked out

Day 7: today he fell asleep for his nap while watching a movie. And at bedtime I sat on the rocking chair and he climbed into my nap and fell asleep no crying, no fussing, no asking for his baba.

We are now 2 weeks into no breastfeeding and it has gone much smoother than I expected. Mason will still ask for it off and on but hasn't nursed at all since we decided it was time to completely wean and hasn't cried for more than 5 minutes throughout the entire process. It's crazy how much weaning him has helped him to grow, he is eating so much more, talking up a storm, and so much more independent. Over the past 2 weeks I have had to have my parents and sister watch him alot and he has not freaked out once, before I couldn't leave for more than an hour without him completely freaking out and being inconsolable. One day we were gone 5 hours and came home to him happy and playing like I had never left. But at the same time he still wants to snuggle in whenever he is tired and ready for bed 💙 I know weaning is different for everyone and for me I knew I couldn't just let him cry it out so Dean and I figured out what would work for him and agreed we didnt want him crying more than 10 mins inconsolably but to my surprise we never even came close to that and he did amazing and was definitely ready. 

Something no one warned me about was how crazy my hormones would go from weaning, I got horrible migraines, cried over everything and was incredibly nauseous for about 5 days after we would cut out a feeding. It was challenging but thankfully we did it at our own pace and a pace that was comfortable for Mason as well so it wasnt torture. 

Our Miscarriage

Dean and I were excited and surprised to find out we were pregnant on November 11, 2019. I was terrified after the ectopic pregnancy but knew my doctors were going to start monitoring early. I called my doctors office and they ordered my blood tests to be done every 48 hours for 2 weeks and a ultrasound. I asked if I should start the medication I was on with the boys to help reduce my odds of a miscarriage but she said no let's wait to see my levels and go from there.

 I made shirts for the boys to announce the pregnancy to my family and immediately told them all knowing no matter what I would need their help and support between the testing and chance of another ectopic/miscarriage. 

The first two HCG tests showed amazing potential and a rise of 101% (anything above a 50% rise is considered a viable pregnancy), 65.1 to 131.1. I was ecstatic and immediately started getting my hopes up,

 **this one would be different we were going to have our rainbow baby.**

The next two still had a rise but not as significant 131 to 273, over a 100% rise but over 72 hours not 48 hours, but still positive the pregnancy was looking great.

Then we went from 273 to 452 (65% increase) still good but I started questioning why is the rise not remaining as significant as in the beginning. I stayed positive but started to worry. I also had an ultrasound this day and even though we knew we were probably too early we were hoping to be able to place it in the uterus not the tubes. But as expected they couldn't find anything

 **Stay positive stay positive **

 

The next test is when everything started to change. That morning I had some spotting but tried to convince myself it could be normal, I went to the lab for my blood draw then took the boys to Disneyland since I had been promising them for a few days. While on the tram my blood test results posted. I questioned if I should open them but told myself waiting for the results would be harder than not knowing. My heart sunk, they went from 452 to 616 a 36% increase, that plus the spotting.

**don't cry in the middle of Disneyland, there is nothing you can do just breathe just breathe** 

 At first I was mad at myself did I just ruin this fun Disney day by opening those results, no I would not let that happen. Then I realized it was a good thing as we rode rides and explored Disneyland it kept me distracted and watching the boys have a blast and light up with everything they saw or did made the pain a little less. Disneyland will hold a different memory for me now but it will also be my happy place and my place of healing and letting go if even just for a few hours. I called my doctor while waiting in line for the our first ride and she recommended we do a progesterone test, which I don't understand why they didn't do that from the beginning, that is what the medication I requested to start in the beginning helps maintain to support a pregnancy. That made it a little harder,

**could this all have been avoided**

I went back to the lab. Normal progesterone is between 11 and 90 for a pregnancy, below 5 is not considered viable I was at 1.8. I knew our dreams for this baby were being crushed and we were not meeting our rainbow baby but now I had to pray it wasn't ectopic and I didn't lose my other tube. My doctor started me on the highest dose of progesterone as a last ditch effort to save the pregnancy but unfortunately the bleeding just got worse and I knew something was wrong. 

Sunday morning I went in for another blood draw and we had gone from 616 to 745 a 21% increase the progesterone wasn't working I was scheduled to meet with my doctor monday morning to once again try to place the pregnancy and discuss my options. 

**just be prepared and know what you want, there is nothing else you can do** 

Monday morning was horrible the drive to the doctors, them not collecting the normal ob intake copay, and ushering me into a room due to my "current situation". They did the ultrasound and my doctor said there was no sign of the pregnancy in the uterus she wanted me to go do one more blood draw and return to her office in 30 mins to discuss starting methotrexate if my numbers were not dropping. 

**dear God please don't let this be ectopic**

I explained to her I was breastfeeding, which would mean cold turkey weaning Mason if I took that medication and how it would be hard for me to be not only losing the pregnancy, but having the side effects of methotrexate, being told I could no longer nurse/comfort Mason, and also have him screaming at me all day and night begging to nurse. She said I'm sorry but you don't have another choice it's looking like this is ectopic since it's not in the uterus which means you could bleed out and lose your last remaining tube. I started crying, she told me to go do the blood draw and we would meet back in an hour and pray my numbers were dropping and that my body was naturally miscarrying.

**I mentally cannot go through this again, I am not ready** 

I went to the lab where at this point most of the phlebotomist and receptionist know me and balled my eyes out, they tried to comfort me and get me through quickly which helped but it was horrible just waiting wondering what these next few days/weeks would hold. Do I go against the doctors advice and wait until they can locate the pregnancy then do surgery but risk internal bleeding and losing my only fallopian tube which could take weeks or do I do the medication which lowers my chance of a rupture but also isn't guaranteed and means losing the pregnancy and no longer nursing Mason. 

*I can't do this*

We went back with the doctor and she walked in and said we could wait and do another ultrasound but I needed to understand the risk and I knew I couldn't risk my life and leaving Dillon and Mason without a mother. So as much as I didn't want to take the medication I knew it was the best option for the boys no matter how hard it would be. I asked her how we proceeded with methotrexate, how quickly it could be done, and how many days we had to not nurse after the medication. She looked into breastfeeding and at the dose it would only be 4 days, ok not going to be easy but much better than the 30 days I was told with the ectopic when they didn't check into dosage 🤦‍♀️. She said since it's a chemotherapy medication I needed to go to a heart and lung surgery center but it could be scheduled in the next few days. We started all the paper work and I sat there praying I was making the right decision, praying the hcg was dropping, and praying it wasn't ectopic. 

As we were almost done my labs came in they had dropped, significantly! from 745 to 344! She said at that point we didn't need the medication and just had to continue to monitor as long as it continued to drop significantly I should be fine but I needed to be aware of any changes as there was still a chance it was ectopic and could rupture. I was so relieved I started crying, again, and thanking God that he was answering my prayers and not making me make that decision.

*I never thought I would be excited for my hcg to drop but at this point the pregnancy had ended my body just needed to realize that*

This miscarriage was harder for me than the ectopic, I had so much hope this time because everything looked promising in the beginning where my ectopic i didn't even know I was pregnant until I had already been bleeding for over a week, I knew there was barely any chance for the July pregnancy to be viable but this one I knew could be viable. Plus, Dean and I agreed with any pregnancy after our ectopic in July we would tell the boys because we wanted to celebrate our babies even if only for a short time, but this also meant telling Dillon the baby wouldn't be coming home with us.

When we found out it wasn't viable I didn't automatically lose the pregnancy I have had to wait and watch my numbers decrease slowly, watch for any signs of a rupture, and still have some pregnancy symptoms while waiting for my body to realize I was no longer pregnant. where with the ectopic the moment they found it they rushed me into surgery and even though I had to recover from surgery the pregnancy was over and I didn't have to continue to wait I didn't have to watch my numbers or worry about rupture it was over I could focus on healing. 

I also didn't realize how much the ectopic affected me until I was pregnant. I found myself holding back on things I would have done without a second thought during the boys pregnancies. For example, I didn't write my doctors appointment on the calendar because I knew if I lost the pregnancy it would be too hard to look at so i wrote them all on a paper that was easy to throw away. I also didn't want to take the weekly bump pictures because seeing those would be a reminder of what I lost. And my ultrasound, going into the same room I had gone into multiple times with the ectopic pregnancy staring at the ceiling when they couldn't give me an update of what they did or didn't find, waiting to find out if it was or wasn't in the uterus it killed me. 

This miscarriage was hard, it still is hard. I'm taking it one day at a time and Thanking God for my two healthy little boys keeping me busy. 

I keep catching myself wondering If i would have pushed harder for that medication would i still be pregnant would that baby be joining us in July completing our family but I know I cant do that, I cant do the what ifs, I need to breathe, I need to move forward. 

Dean and I definitely want to keep trying to have one more baby, we both feel like we are meant to have one more, but I don't know when that will be. We have to wait a few months to let my body heal and then I mentally need to prepare to be pregnant again. I also know I will push harder to have my progesterone checked and to be on that medication. 

Pregnancy after loss is hard and I know next time it will be harder but I know God is stronger than any of these hardships and will get us through anything we are faced with. 

telling Dillon

When we found out we were pregnant Dean and I debated telling Dillon but agreed we wanted to celebrate the pregnancy and stay positive because in all honesty before our ectopic pregnancy in July we would not have thought twice about telling the boys. The pregnancy looked great so we told Dillon knowing there was a chance something could go wrong.

When our numbers started rising slower than normal I started to worry and my biggest fear was having to explain to Dillon. He was so excited for the new baby it seriously was heart breaking thinking of having to tell him. 

When I started bleeding I knew things really were not looking good. Dillon asked why I was going to the doctor so I decided to take the opportunity to prepare him. I explained to him that the baby was sick and sometimes we don't get to bring babies home because God needs them more than us and they get to go to heaven to be with God. He was sad and we talked for a little bit about it but I explained we still didn't know at that point and I would let him know how the baby was. 

The day we found out we were miscarrying I knew I had to tell Dillon. I explained to him this baby was special and God needed it more than we did right now so it went to heaven. He started crying and saying that he loved her and wanted to meet her (which shocked me because up until than he was saying he wanted another brother). I gave him a hug and told him I wish we could have meant the baby too but the baby was sick and had to go to heaven but now it is no longer sick and is able to be at peace with God. I told him hopefully soon we would get to bring home a baby but for now I was so happy God gave me him and Mason. He smiled at me and said sorry the baby got sick mommy and gave me a big hug.

He took it much better than I ever expected. He even has told a couple people mommy was pregnant but the baby got sick and went to heaven with God. I hate that he had to feel this pain but also feel like it was a good way to explain it to him and for him to understand why mommy was sad and at the doctor so much. 

rainbow baby

Dean and I found out on veterans day we were expecting what was supposed to be our rainbow baby. 

My doctors immediately started closely following the pregnancy to be sure we weren't experiencing another ectopic. The first set of hormone levels looked great but then slowly we started realizing something wasn't right. My levels continued to rise but went from a 101% rise to a 65% rise in 72 hours then 50% rise then 35% and yesterday a rise of only 20% in 72 hours. A normal pregnancy should have a minimum of a 50% rise every 48 hours so we knew something was not quite right. I had an ultrasound last week and they couldn't find anything in my tubes or uterus but said maybe it's just too early. 

On thursday I started spotting and by friday the bleeding was pretty heavy, my doctors decided to run a progesterone test as a last ditch effort (I don't understand why this wasn't checked sooner and question if the pregnancy would have made it if we had caught it immediately) Progesterone in pregnancy should be between 11 and 90 mine was 1.79. They immediately started me on progesterone and scheduled me for a ultrasound today. 

This morning we went in and unfortunately the ultrasound still showed nothing and my doctor was concerned it was another ectopic pregnancy. She had me go do one more blood draw to see if my numbers were still rising which would point to a ectopic or if they were beginning to fall and my body was naturally losing the pregnancy. We went back for an appointment to schedule the treatment to remove the ectopic and I prayed so hard.

The treatment meant no nursing Mason for 3 days which I am working on weaning him anyways but between dean being gone 7 days a week right now and my family all working extra hours with the holidays the thought of not only having to go through the treatment and all of it's hard side effects but also having to cold turkey cut Mason off and deal with him begging and crying for a minimum of 3 days was overwhelming especially knowing it would be long days but even harder nights.

The treatment for miscarriage or early ectopic is a chemotherapy medication that includes bleeding and severe cramping along with other side effects so it was not something I was taking lightly and it has to be scheduled at a heart surgery center to make sure your body reacts well to it. It also isn't guaranteed to work so your tube can still rupture or you can need multiple doses and still end up having surgery. With my last ectopic by the time they found it, it had already ruptured and I was bleeding internally so surgery was the only option and that recovery was worse than my csections.

We were finishing up the paperwork to schedule treatment when my blood test came back and my numbers had dropped 60% and my body was naturally miscarrying the pregnancy so we do not have to proceed with treatment at this time but I will continue to be tested every 48 hrs to make sure the levels continue to drop and incase it is ectopic that it still does not rupture. 

We were so excited to welcome our rainbow baby and even took a fun picture with Santa to hopefully be able to announce the pregnancy but as hard as losing this pregnancy is I am thanking God that I don't need treatment at this time and that I didn't lose my only fallopian tube remaining which gives us the option to still try for another baby in the future.

We have no way of knowing if this pregnancy was ectopic or a miscarriage since it was never found on the scan but we do know that my progesterone was too low so it did not support the pregnancy which most likely caused the baby not to make it. 

I don't understand why doctors do not automatically test progesterone when testing HCG but I will be requesting it if God blesses us with the chance to carry another baby in the future and I highly encourage any women who may be going through a similar situation to ask if you can have your progesterone tested so you can hopefully start hormone supplements before it is too late. 

It has been an emotional week and I'm sure it will continue to be hard in the weeks to come but we know God has a plan for our family far greater than we can understand and even though we won't ever get to meet this baby it was so loved from the moment we found out we were pregnant. 💗

1 week

It has been 1 week since everything happened. I remember wanting answers the entire process but then when we got them it all happened so quickly and I felt like I couldn't catch by breath let alone process what was happening.
Surgery wise I am healing, today is day 2 on my own with the boys and back to our routine. The first couple days were rough and the pain of climbing stairs or trying to move would literally take my breath away and I would get nauseous. The swelling is intense and my left side is still quite tender but it is improving and honestly when I think what all my body has gone through it's pretty amazing how quickly our bodies can heal. After 4 days I was able to move better and start to get back to some what normal but also began to process.
Emotionally healing has been different. When we were going through the process I didnt know how to feel. I was sad at the thought of losing the baby but didnt have answers and barely had time to even realize I was pregnant. It wasnt until I was laying on the operating table that I really realized I had lost a baby. By that point the baby had already passed but the thought of being pregnant was still so new that losing the baby was hard to comprehend. It wasnt until day 2 of healing that it really really hit me. Then on top of losing a baby your body goes on a hormonal roller coaster as it gets rid of the hcg. I didnt realize how hormonal I would be since it was still so early on. The weirdest things will remind me or hit me and it will take everything to hold it together. But I know it will just take time to heal and am constantly reminding myself this is all part of God's plan.
I want to say thank you to everyone who can called, sent text messages, commented on facebook and stopped by. I cannot explain how much it means to me and how each of you have helped make this a little chapter in Dean and my life a little easier.

Just keep Smiling

Something I do when I'm in pain or uncomfortable or trying not to cry is I smile. I act as if nothing is wrong and smile pushing forward trying to not completely fall apart. This throws a lot of people off because when they believe I should be sad or crying I'm sitting there smiling but what people don't understand is I am using every ounce of my strength to keep that smile and not fall apart. Through this I don't think many doctors and nurses could understand why i wasn't crying but i hate crying or being in pain in front of people. So until the very last second until I cannot hold it together any longer I will smile. I broke down a couple times in the ER and when I was on the operating table but for the most part just pushed through it all. Don't get me wrong I have cried with my family it just isn't me to cry in front of friends or strangers.  Yes I may seem completely fine, still smiling, and like nothing is wrong but at times it is taking every bit of me to push forward and keep smiling.
Day 3 post surgery I woke up to a facebook memory of us announcing we were pregnant with Dillon and it hit me, we should be doing the same for baby #3, actually we should have announced it a week prior because baby #3 would have been due one week before Dillons Birthday and that was hard, actually that whole day was pretty hard.
Then at Masons doctors appointment  his doctor was talking about how every child is unique and special and truly a gift from God, not knowing what I had just gone through, and it took all of me to smile and push through.
My hormones are still regulating so I find myself crying more than usual but I know it is ok and normal. I dont mind talking about everything sometimes it actually helps me to process and understand what still seems like a blur. Don't be afraid to talk about the baby or to ask questions even if I'm smiling and you can't tell if I'm trying not to cry I will be ok I am strong and God will get me through this.