I'm (James here) not sure how to write this blog post without telling the whole story, because just telling part of it doesn't really give you a true insight into our life. We don't want to just share the good stuff, we want to share reality, the good with the bad, so here goes...
Holy Crap Megs!!
Those were the word James first uttered when Megs handed him the little white plastic stick. The unmistakable blue plus sign said it all, holy crap (the awesome kind). It was 5 AM and we had just returned from two amazing weeks in Europe the day before, so our mental state wasn't totally coherent.
Megs had missed her period while we were on the trip, so we both knew there was a possibility we were pregnant. Unable to sleep from the jet lag, James had gone downstairs to watch TV. Meanwhile, unbeknownst to James, Megs was upstairs in the bathroom, unable to wait any longer, little white stick in hand. After waiting 30 seconds, she came rushing downstairs and surprised James, half asleep on the couch.
Looking at that little plastic stick together, a clear blue plus sign announced that everything in our life was about to change, we just didn't know how.
Change of Plans
Things were going great, we were reading What to Expect aka "the bible", Megs wasn't feeling awful, and we were looking into all of our child care options. At about 6 weeks Megs started to have some cramps, so we were starting to get a little concerned and made an appointment. An ultrasound revealed that everything looked great. It was too early to really see the baby, but there wasn't anything to be worried about. For the next two weeks, Megs waited nervously for our 8 week appointment. Her lack of symptoms had her worried that something wasn't right, but James was reassuring that everything was going to be fine.
The day of the appointment finally arrived! We were so excited and had a boat load of questions waiting for the doc. After satisfying our need to understand carrier screening and if Megs could still eat peanuts, it was time for the ultrasound. The doctor fired up the ultrasound and could instantly tell something wasn't right. The baby had stopped developing, a miscarriage. Our excitement was instantly filled with a gaping emptiness. James held Megs hand, stroked her head and told her he loved her.
Shocked with the reality of the news, the doctor let us know what our options were, but wanted us to take some time to process everything that had happened before we made any decisions. We headed home in silence not sure what to say or what to do, other than to hold each other through the pain.
A few days later we were supposed to fly down to Sacramento for James' friend JD and Erin's wedding. We hemmed and hawed over it for a while, but finally decided that it would be best to get away for a couple days, get out and be away from the situation and just be together. It was some great medicine and totally what we needed. It allowed us to talk, pray, grieve, connect, have some fun and be a little distracted too. When we got home, we knew it was still there, but we had a little bit of happiness knowing we could try again. Megs was able to reach out to others who had had a similar experience, so she didn't feel alone.
Let's Try This Again
A few months later Megs and James had both noticed Megs was a few weeks late again. Neither said anything to one for fear of getting too excited, too early. Quiet optimism turned into pure joy when Megs took another test, and this time, James was prepared. After going through a Costco pack of pregnancy tests, we were convinced, we were pregnant!! We hugged and cried for joy of the news and sadness from the loss.
Once Burned Twice Shy
Eight weeks couldn't get here fast enough!! This time was different, because Megs had more symptoms, which James checked on daily. How are you feeling Megs? Nauseous!?! AWESOME! While not wanting Megs to feel sick, the symptoms were a source of comfort for us. A sign that everything was well with the baby. After a while though, the symptoms started to subside.
Time ticked by those first few weeks, until FINALLY, our 8 week appointment arrived! This time, no questions, let's just get right to it! Within minutes we were looking at our healthy baby for the first time. We could actually see the tiny little heart beating. The doctor turned on the speakers and we could hear the heart beating!! The most beautiful sound in the world, 155 bpm.
So We're Pregnant!
We just had our 12 week appointment and found out that Megs was actually 13 weeks, thanks to a little growth spurt! Megs had to go in with a full bladder so images of the baby would show up better. Unfortunately, it was so full that it pushed the baby into a little corner of Megs stomach. Half of her bladder emptied and some giggling of Megs stomach and we were able to get some amazing images of hands, feet, head and body. The nurse said the baby was sticking its tongue out at one point. Great, attitude already!
Megs is doing wonderful and we're currently at about 14 1/2 weeks. She's not showing yet, but people have been commenting about her glow. To me, that's just how she is.