Pregnancy: Second Opinions Save Lives
I always thought I would have three children. My parents had three so growing up, it was just natural for me to think three was that magic number. Children tend to model behavior. My two year old called me a dumb ass the other day. (Note to self: must learn to keep quiet.)
When I received the news about a year ago that I was pregnant with my third at 42, I was ecstatic. It took awhile to happen, so I thought it was a lost cause. Getting those positive results was definitely surreal. And immediately I felt the morning sickness.
I was feeling it the same day when I went in for my first ob-gyn appointment. I didn’t know how many weeks I was, but I could guess. I thought it was a little over six. Because of my age, I was considered “at risk,” so I asked for an ultrasound. This was the same procedure I had followed two years prior with my second. So I wasn’t out of the ordinary.
They couldn’t find a heartbeat. The technician searched and searched, and said it was not there. She told me I had lost the baby. Immediately I went into a fog. I still felt pregnant, but I had a miscarriage before. But that one was an obvious loss. Maybe it was just the high progesterone levels that made me feel this way? I’ve read a miscarriage can mimic signs of pregnancy. Blame it on the hormones, right?
The doctor didn’t come to look at my ultrasound, but was available the next day to perform the D&C. He said he’d “be honored.” True story. I saw so many people in that office that day—everyone from the technician and doctor to the midwife and scheduling nurse. Everyone had a story about miscarriage, as if it was as natural as breathing. Statistics show that one in four women actually experience a miscarriage, so in this profession, it must seem normal. As if a loss could ever feel normal.Continued on the next page