Before I tell the whole doctor’s appointment fiasco story, I just want to brag a bit – I got my first round of morning sickness today!!! I know, not something you normally want to brag about, but I’ve never had it before. I thought maybe I never would – maybe I just needed to get further on in pregnancy to have it. It makes me feel awful, but on the other hand, it makes me happy, because maybe – just maybe it means I’m going to make it
Woke up about 4 am and the whole world was spinning! I’ve never been so dizzy in my life! I tried to lay still on my back for a bit and it calmed down a little, so I went to turn on my side – bad idea jeans. I sat up and hubby asked if I was okay. I said “I think I am going to throw up” he said, “I’ll go get the bucket.” Good man. I then had him walk me to the bathroom (so I wouldn’t fall over) because of course, I had to pee again. Took the bucket with me. Once I felt a bit better he walked me back to bed and I spent the rest of the night lying still on my back, trying to sleep when I could. By morning the dizziness was less and my tummy felt better.
I wanted to stay home, but knew I needed to go to work, because I already missed most of Monday, and I’m taking 1/2 of Friday and all of next Monday off to go up to Minnesota to see my first Twins game at the new Target Field!!! So, I had hubby drive me in to work. It wasn’t the best ride, got nauseous again, but I was pretty okay until we turned off Lake Shore Drive and onto a very bumpy, pot hole filled street. Then, I made him pull over and grab a bucket from the trunk. He got me to work and I ran in to the bathroom while he went to the store to get me snacks and lunch.
I haven’t actually thrown up yet, but it’s been very very close. I’m keeping my bucket by my desk all day, and trying not to make sudden movements, as I’m still pretty dizzy.
So that’s my sickness story…on to my doctor visit (this is going to be a long post – sorry. Maybe a nice little picture will help break up the longness of the post!)
Here is my little one at 9 weeks!! I’ll get into the story of the ultrasound in a bit here.
So my first prenatal appointment with my ob/gyn was this Monday. My appointment was at 11:45, so I left work at 11 and go there a bit early. Luckily they got me in pretty quick. Sat through the long family & medical history questions from the nurse. I noticed that the u/s machine was not in the room so I asked if Dr. D was going to do one, since I have a clot next to the baby in my uterus. The nurse said, in that case yes, she probably would want to do an ultrasound. So she had me dress in the lovely, very flattering hospital gown and cover in a sheet. An actual sheet, not a paper one! My MFM has real sheets too – and they’re huge! I never felt covered when I had to use the paper ones!
Anyway, Dr. D comes in and tells me that their u/s machine broke the other day and she wouldn’t be able to do an u/s. My heart dropped. I’d been anticipating this appointment to make sure my baby was still okay and the little heart was beating away. She said there was another office in the building that did u/s and she would try to squeeze me in there, but it may not be the same day. I told her to try anyway.
Then, I had to go through more med. history questions with her, have a breast exam and a pelvic exam (complete with speculum, yay…). She said all looked good and that my cervix was closed, a good sign. I was happy about that. I also asked her about some pain I’d been having on the left side, sort of a sharp, crampy feeling I get sometimes, but only on the left. She said that was okay, because it’s where the cyst was (what cyst? Do I have that too, or is that the clot? Of course, I didn’t ask because I think of these things later…) and the pain was actually good, because it means it’s doing what it’s supposed to do. During my exam she pressed around and found the exact spot where it was. OUCH! So I ask a bunch more questions, get refill RX’s for progesterone (to get me to week 10 when the placenta takes over) and Metformin (to get me to the 2nd Trimester, when I will stop that).
She then leaves to try and get an u/s appointment for me and to get the blood work form for me I’ll need to do for them. I was lucky that day, because she said they could get me in at 2 pm. I took it immediately (keep in mind, I left at 11, so I hadn’t had lunch yet). I also get my blood work form, and 3 pick requisition forms for the office with the u/s machine. The first is for the u/s appointment that day, the 2nd is to see their MFM doctor (I’m switching insurance in September and the new one doesn’t cover my lovely MFM doc, which makes me very sad), and the 3rd is for 12 week screening.
So, I have to head downstairs (the ob is in a huge medical building, attached to a hospital) to reception and “check in” to go to the Antenatal Office for the u/s. I literally checked in as an outpatient – had to wear a hospital bracelet and everything! Very strange. They tell me I can go up to the office right away, even though my appointment isn’t for another hour. I head up, check in and they bring me back about 15 min later – early again!
So, time for the ultrasound. You can guess, I’m terribly nervous at this point. I’ve never made it to a 2nd ultrasound. I knew I should be 9 weeks, and I’ve never made it that far either. To my surprise I didn’t have to do the transvaginal u/s with Wandy! It was on top of my tummy, yay! Of course, you have to have a full bladder for that, and they push REALLY hard, so it was uncomfortable, but at least on the outside instead of inside. My tech was super nice, and actually knew my old MFM because he used to work in there office. Her name was Mary.
She fires up the machine and starts the u/s. I’m holding my breath the whole time. Usually, if they don’t say something soon after it starts, I know it’s bad news. She waited about 20 seconds, which were the longest of my life – then turned the screen:
Mary: You see the fluttering little heart?
Me: There is still a heartbeat?
Mary: Yes there is!
Me: *starts to cry and sniffle*
She immediately grabbed the tissue box and handed me one and held my hand. I told her I’ve never gotten this far before. I was pretty much bawling at this point. It was so wonderful and beautiful. Next she told me we could try to hear the heartbeat, though it’d be just a short 2 seconds so to listen close. She cranked up the volume and there it was. 2 perfect, beautiful little beats. The tears started up again, as I had never heard my baby’s heartbeat before. She told me it was a great 171 bpm. She did some more measurements and checked on the clot and then it was over. She printed me some pictures, too I asked about the clot and she said based on the notes from my old MFM doc, it looked to be about the same size. I was a bit upset about that, as I’ve lost so much old blood over the past 3 weeks, I was so hopeful it would be gone, or at least smaller! I’d even stopped spotting over the past week! No luck though.
So, I get all the goopy gel off (well, as much as I could anyway) and then ask her where I go to make the appointment for my 2nd pink slip of paper. She looked at it and wasn’t sure what it was for. She told me to stay in the room and she’d figure it out for me. Seriously, this place was great! She came back about 5 min later and said it was for a consult with the MFM about my blood tests and that if I wanted the MFM doc could see me in a few minutes. I figured, might as well get it done since I was there.
So, about 15 min in the waiting room and they called me back. I sat with the MFM nurse for a few minutes (she was super nice, too and we had a lot of personal conversation as well as medical) and answered some questions. She told me to wait a bit and the MFM would be ready for me. She offered me some juice while I waited which I jumped on because I was starving. Finally get in to see the doctor and it was really just a rehashing of what I already knew. She just explained what the MTHFR diagnosis meant and why I had been put on the extra folic acid and baby aspirin. It seemed kind of silly that I had to meet with her since I already knew all the info, but it was nice to meet here, as I’m sure I’ll be seeing her again.
Next, I went and made my appointment for the 1st Trimester screening (no amnio, I don’t want to do that at all, but we’ll do the u/s and bloodwork). So I go back to there office on Aug 5th. I’ll be about 12.5 wks by then. Glad I don’t have to wait until my next ob appointment to see the baby again (which is Aug 16th).
Finally, I went back up the elevator to finally do the blood work for my ob. I got into my car at 3pm and was back to the office around 3:30 pm. I felt so bad that I’d been gone so long. Luckily I had sent a text to my husband and had him call my boss to tell him I was running late at the doctor.
So, that’s my very very very long story. If you’ve made it through to the end, I commend you and would give you a medal if I could! Honestly though, thank you to all of you who have supported me and given me advice through this whole adventure of TTC. I’m not at the end yet, but after Monday, I’m feeling more and more confident that this could happen, I could be holding my baby come February 14th!!!