Today was my first checkup at my OB without you, Luke.
Not gonna lie. It was rough walking into my doctor's building without you in your car seat. My heart pounded in my chest as I walked down the hallway toward her office. I'd been in that office so many times this year. So many times--with no fear or question in my heart about how things were going. Not once did I feel scared that anything could happen to us or you.
This time was so different. And all the damage was already done.
Thank goodness the waiting room wasn't terribly full when I got there. Daddy met me there from work, and I was so happy when he showed up. It was wrong with it still being just the two of us sitting in the office together, but I was proud of myself for not crying in the waiting room.
That changed once we got inside the exam room. Seeing my doc again was hard. I like her a lot, and I'd never not trusted her or her decisions about our care. She told me that we'd changed her. That she really rethought what she tells her patients about doing kick-counts. That she's going to recommend it to all of her patients now, because while it's not something all doctors tell you how to do, it's important to TRY to know when something's going wrong. She's not sure we could have changed anything, though. It was such a short amount of time between that Friday--when you were seemingly fine at my doctor's appointment, and Sunday morning, when you were already gone. She said she's never seen anything like it--that babies are born with nuchal cords and knots in their cord all the time--and they're fine. But for some reason, you weren't. Maybe it was because you were so big and healthy. I wasn't measuring as big as you turned out to be, and she said that definitely caught her off guard. She had no idea you'd be almost 10 pounds, considering you were a little less than 7 pounds at the ultrasound just three weeks before. With me being so tall, it wasn't easily seen in my body just what a big guy you were. She told us that it was really hard on them too...That this doesn't happen very often. Sometimes they go a year or so without seeing this. And then this happened. And apparently this happened to another patient in their practice a week after us. She said this hurt them too...
She went on to try to assure me that this was SUCH an uncommon accident. She'd never seen it before. And that next time around, she will do everything in her power to reassure me that your brother or sister will be ok. We'll get a Perinatologist and NSTs at least twice a week. More ultrasounds to check the cord more often. She told me that she for sure would deliver at about 39 weeks, maybe sooner, and if the measurements are similar to yours, we'd do a c-section. She told us that if you had been alive when she delivered you, she feared she would've broken your clavicle trying to get you out--they would have had to be much more aggressive because we couldn't have taken our time. That's how big you were. She told us that it would've been a scary delivery regardless, and she wished she would've been more prepared for that.
They didn't find anything in any of the tests to tell us what happened, Luke. We're both happy and sad about this. Happy, because it means that there's really no reason this could happen to us again. But we're sad--because it means we'll never understand why or how we lost you. She ordered more blood tests for me today--to rule out everything possible. I gave a total of 18 vials of blood today, Luke. There were only supposed to be 9, but the lab worker said he used a needle that was too fat the first time, and he punctured my vein too much and messed up the samples. Great.
So we discussed the future. My doc said that as soon as I get my next cycle, we could start trying again if we wanted to. Obviously, we need to do what's best for us, but just thinking about this right now hurts me, Luke. I'm so torn on everything. I don't want to replace you. I don't want to start trying again right away just to fill the hole that's been left in our lives. But at the same time, I do. This wasn't how it was supposed to be, and I wish this wasn't a decision that we have to make. Daddy and I aren't exactly young. We can't wait years to work on fixing ourselves after losing you...
But then there's the thought of going through being pregnant again, only with all of this on my mind. The entire time. I'm going to be a wreck. Going through this again--Even if everything is FINE the entire time, I don't know if there's anything anyone will be able to do to reassure me that it will all turn out ok. Nothing will be ok until we hold your brother or sister in our arms. And I won't believe anything anyone tells me until that happens.
I don't know what to do.
Everyone keeps saying to take our time and figure out what's best for us, but I feel like time isn't on our side.
I need to call back a therapist that Angela found for me. This therapist has gone through a stillbirth herself, and I'm hoping she can give me some advice here, because I honestly don't know what to do. I feel like right now, all I can do is miss you.
All I know is...it still hurts. A lot. I know I'm strong, but this is just hard.