This is where I left you last week …
“Brooke, you’re pregnant”.
BEST NEWS EVER. My Dr said my beta hCG levels were great and she couldn’t believe my crummy embryo implanted so nicely.
I wanted to call Mr Lover SO BADLY to tell him the amazing news but I’d made a promise to myself to tell him face to face. I called him and said “The blood test result was inconclusive. I need to head back to the clinic tomorrow for a repeat test”. I also called my mum and bestie and told them the same little white lie.
I don’t encourage lying but I wanted to see everyone’s faces when I told them the news, so I just kept the pregnancy a secret until I saw everyone. That’s OK, right?
Anyway, Mr Lover finishes his working day and walks in the door. I grab my phone and start video recording. He walks into the lounge room, sullen face and stops dead. He sees my smiling face and follows my glance to the table. Sitting on the table is my positive pregnancy test stick, little bubba shoes and a sign that says ‘Hi Dad. I can’t wait to meet you. See you in December’.
Mr Lover looks at me all confused and then starts grinning and swearing like a sailor. He sways from ‘Oh my God, we’re pregnant’ to ‘I can’t believe you f*ckin’ lied to me’. It was the first time in 7 years I’d been able to tell him we’re expecting a baby without any issue attached to the announcement. In the past, I’d find out I was pregnant and immediately be sent to the hospital for monitoring. So you can imagine what an AMAZING moment it was to tell hubby he’s gonna be a daddy.
Next up was telling our besties and families. There were tears, jumping up and down, screaming (the good kind!) and of course some people were reserved about it. Waiting for the 12 week mark was safer than getting too excited just yet.
AS YOU KNOW, nothing about getting pregnant has been text book stuff for me. I’m a unique one, perhaps what some people would call a little ‘special’. So it was no surprise that dramas were unfolding each week. Ready for the run-down?
I started to get a dull ache in my left side – right under the left rib cage. I’ve had a similar ache like this a few times before so I knew it was important to tell my Dr and get scanned. My fear? Another ectopic. I was an emotional wreck and worried to the point of shaking. (Thank goodness for valium!). My Dr scheduled an emergency ultrasound and to our utter surprise, there was our baby sitting nicely inside my uterus. In a perfect spot. The pain I was feeling in my left side was a result of an overstimulated left ovary that was pushing my organs up to press on my ribs.
Cystitis. Such an ugly word and feared by all woman-kind. My bladder infection started on a Sunday afternoon and persisted to hammer me for nearly two weeks straight. I was pissing razor blades up to 17 times a day and screaming in pain. Ural didn’t ease the pain and the first course of antibiotics didn’t work. Another emergency ultrasound was scheduled – this time to check for kidney stones. Kidney’s were clear. Bladder wall was swollen. And just before the scan finished, the lady swept the transducer past my abdomen and there on the screen was a beating heart. Our bub’s little heart was fluttering away on the screen – proving she was fine and well and my bladder infection wasn’t affecting her in the slightest.
Our first official dating scan … and we turned up 10 minutes to the appt. The sonographer was pissed and didn’t talk too much. But when she did talk, the words “I think I just found a 2nd heartbeat” floored us!
Two heartbeats = TWINS
I don’t think Mr Lover and I conversed with one another for about 30 mins. SHOCKED with gapping jaws on the floor. One crummy embryo had been transferred and apparently split into two, a day or two after being transferred back inside my uterus. Identical twins! My Fertility Dr called shortly after the ultrasound appointment and told us not to expect twins though. Hearts sinking! Twin B was measuring significantly behind in dates (around 5 days behind development of Twin A) and the mostly likely expectation at that stage is Twin B will arrest and stop growing. My pregnancy was upgraded to high risk and for the next few weeks I’d have be monitored by a foetal specialist to keep an eye on things.
It was bittersweet moment. We were so scared of losing both babies now.
Our official meeting with OBGYN Dr Alastair Morris. We first met Dr Morris in 2012. He has operated on two of my ectopic pregnancies and knows my medical history pretty well. He especially knows my uterus better than anyone else as he repaired my uterus after my last pregnancy ruptured. Back in 2012, Dr Morris instructed me to NOT fall pregnant for 12 months and allow my uterus to heal probably. He also encouraged me to NOT give up on trying again in the future. He believed my body could still carry a baby – just not to full term. With those encouraging words of wisdom ringing in my head 3 years later, it was a no brainer to choose Dr Morris to be my OBGYN for this pregnancy. We discussed the twins in depth and he gave us some pretty scary facts about identical twin pregnancies. Basically carrying twins, with my history, would be really high risk. He was super honest with us and I respect that. Ideally he wanted Twin B to vanish so Twin A had a fighting chance at surviving.
He did a quick scan and could only see Twin A on the monitor. Twin B was no where to be seen. This confirmed that perhaps Twin B was starting to vanish (gets reabsorbed by my body).
Enter a head cold! This little pill popper has no problem reaching for the cold n flu tablets when a head cold arrives. Big lesson was about to be delivered. I wasn’t allowed to take anything but panadol. For the next 10 days, my world revolved around snot, mucus, tissues, panadol, honey lemon tea, PJs and restless sleep.
We also had another ultrasound scheduled for this week. It was a pretty lengthy appointment as the foetal specialist checked the growth of Twin A (perfect) and Twin B. Twin B was still there, measuring 6 weeks 1 day and her heart had stopped beating. Breathe in. Breathe out. It’s the strangest feeling to grieve the loss of another baby (our 4th) but still remain so excited about our growing baby. (In all honestly, I probably haven’t ‘dealt’ with it yet. My focus is so razor sharp on being healthy and positive for Twin A). The good news was Twin A didn’t appear to have any issues. The Dr suspected a chromosome issue with the twins and perhaps both twins would arrest.
Thank goodness we were the rare case! Remember, I said that nothing about this pregnancy was text book stuff. Twin B had stopped developing because her placenta hadn’t developed properly, meaning she didn’t receive the nutrients needed to grow.
Head cold is still causing me grief! This week I had the GeneSyte blood test – very similar to NIPT or Harmony test. It’s a non-invasive blood test that tests for Down Syndrome, Turner Syndrome, Edwards Syndrome and Patau Syndrome (the major Trisomy’s). The blood test can also reveal the gender of your baby. That’s right folks, you don’t have to wait for the 19 week scan these days. A blood test at 10 weeks will tell you if you’re having a BOY or GIRL. The test results take 4-5 working days.
Not a single appointment is scheduled. Can I get a HELL-YEAH! I got a week off and it was blissful. My Fertility Dr called me late on Friday afternoon with the GeneSyte test results. Everything came back negative. Woo hoo! Twin A had no chromosome issues and everything appeared to be perfect.
Talk about milestones – this was it for me. I just wanted to get to the super safe 12 week mark. On Monday morning, we went in for our 12 week ultrasound. Hands down one of the BEST DAYS OF MY LIFE. There was our bubba waving her arms and legs and flipping upside down. Our sonographer was so lovely and took her time explaining everything to us in detail. After the scan, we went to see our foetal specialist and get the final test results. He reviewed the GeneSyte test results and our ultrasound results and beamed a smile at us. Twin B was almost reabsorbed and Twin A was just perfect. Did you hear that? PERFECT. I was carrying a healthy singleton pregnancy and downgraded from high risk to normal. He then led us into a private room, handed us a sheet of paper and shut the door.
Mr Lover and I looked at each other – radiating smiles – and read the gender results together.
We’re expecting a GIRL
Geez, that was so bloody cathartic to type out. I almost need a scotch and a cigarette – exhaust-piped! Joking!! It’s funny though, I don’t think I’ll ever shake the feeling that something could still go wrong. I have no doubt I’ll be a worry wart the whole pregnancy but I don’t want to deny myself the joy of feeling the elation either. I have to believe that this is our time – it’s our time to enjoy the wonders of pregnancy and parenthood and trust my body will nurture this little princess nicely until it’s her time to enter the world in December.
Thanks for reading folks!