The stenographer at the new doctor left me somewhat relieved. I did not have countless fibroids as the other doctor had implied - in fact according to her, I only had four as far as she could tell. Two of which were pretty sizable...approximately 5 & 6 cm. At the doctor's consultation, she indicated that I should have them removed to increase fertility and to minimize the risk of them getting even larger with time. Seeing that I was only 31 at the time, she had a feeling they would continue to grow out of control. She did mention that some of her patients have fibroids and go on to conceive and have healthy babies. My plan after that was to continue to work on shrinking the fibroids through supplements and diet as prescribed by my ND(as I shared in
My Journey - Part II).
A few months later I was essentially weening myself off of most of the supplements, as some are only meant to be taken short term, but I was following a restricted diet which was pretty clean, and I cut back on my beef and chicken intake. That's around the time my husband and I started to discuss the possibility of conceiving. My plan was to wait another 6 months or so, but at that point we just decided to let whatever happens, happen.
Around our 3rd anniversary celebration I noticed I became particularly moody - so much so that I was on the verge of tears when we arrived all dressed up and ready to dine at 560 and they would not let us in without a reservation! In the week that followed I started noticing a major breakout as well as other symptoms. So I make an appointment with my general practitioner for some topical acne meds, and while I was sitting there waiting on her to come back with the script, I start counting ...and realized I was over 5 days late and I am
always on time. So I decided to ask her for a test (actually I wanted to take a test at home that morning but I have this theory that home pregnancy tests just don't work O_o) but when she came back with a "You're Pregnant" I was beyond shocked. With the size of the fibroids, I just didn't think it would happen...especially not that soon. So with tears of joy welling up, I immediately called my husband and told him the good news - he was just as shocked, and very happy. At that point I was only 5 weeks along, so my OB/GYN would not take an appointment for another 6 weeks or so.
Very early on I was having pains that I tried to manage, along with some nausea. I wasn't sure if what I was feeling was normal "stretching" pains, or from the fibroids. I knew that fibroids can grow very quickly during pregnancy....and that they did! I became very bloated and there was enough pain associated with their growth, and their degeneration, that I had to take Tylenol and use a heating pad on several occasions.
By the time I was able to manage the nausea and felt a little more energy, it was around the 7th week...which was the week I also miscarried. In my limited knowledge of miscarriages, I did not know all of the things your body goes through...from the fluctuation in your hormones to the nausea and fatigue. And maybe my experience was worse because of the fibroids, but I know that is something I would never wish on anyone. It was a gradual process, and from the time the miscarriage symptoms started to the time the doctor confirmed that the pregnancy never developed normally, I thought I would be able to get back up and going sooner, than later. I've never been more mistaken. By day 3, I was at the ER with severe nausea and fatigue. The sonogram was the most uncomfortable experience at that time, but the doctors determined that I did not need a D&C. As soon as I took the medications they prescribed, I was throwing up again. My doctor recommended that I just take extra dosages of Advil which eventually did help. I was still home on bedrest for 4 days and I tried to go back to work on day 5, only to get sick again. So after about 9 days of rest, and hardly any food, I was able to return to work.
Dealing with the physical aspect of the miscarriage left me with little bandwidth to deal with the miscarriage emotionally. As soon as I returned to work, I was suppose to help with the planning of a good friend/co-worker's baby shower. I soon realized that even though I thought I could help and definitely wanted to, the stress of the whole situation was more than enough to take on at the moment. So I decided to help, but I had to restrict my participation. I think having just miscarried and not understanding it, I had to try and find out what was "right and wrong" for me. No two people grieve the same and the good thing about that is, no one can tell you how you should grieve, act, or react in that situation. Some people grieve right away and others like myself did not start grieving until weeks later.
I remember crying every day on my way home for about 2-3 weeks straight. Which was really a surprise to me - I hadn't accepted my miscarriage as a loss...I was only a few weeks along, I hadn't heard a heartbeat, there was no sonogram, nothing tangible to warrant this reaction - that was my reasoning anyways. I started to blame the emotions on my fluctuating hormones. Later on, after confiding in friends and listening to their experiences, I started to understand a loss is a loss no matter how far along you are. That first excitement and joy you feel when you get the news of pregnancy plants something deep inside of you and even though you may not have witnessed any manifestations, the conception of a soul is a miraculous and undeniable gift. And even through the grieving, we were able to remember this and thank God for this gift, even though we did not produce a child.