I don’t know what I feel right now. It’s not happiness. It’s not yet overwhelming grief. It’s a numb sort of shock and an inability to process everything that’s happened in the last 36 hours or so.
The appointment started fine. I really liked the nurse, as she asked questions about our medical history and how this baby came to be. We had good rapport, and both Graham and I were excited to see the sonogram machine in the room when we got settled. We chatted with the nurse for some time, and then she got the sonogram ready.
We saw the placenta instantly, and we were so excited. But she couldn’t get a clear picture with the sonogram in the room, so she pulled another, more high tech, machine from somewhere else.
And then we saw the yolk sac. I sighed and said, “whew, there’s only one.” and she said, “not so fast, that’s just one view.” And from behind, from below, another sac appeared. Twins. Dear god, I’m pregnant with twins. Graham smiled at me, and I sort of looked at him in shock.
But the nurse kept on looking, and she said something about them being very small. I said “that’s not good, is it.” But she thought that maybe my dates were off and I just wasn’t as far as along as I’d thought. My dates weren’t off, or if they were, they were off by four days, not a week and a half. I began to worry. She began to look for a heartbeat, and Graham and the student both thought they saw one.
Then she asked the student nearby to ask for the doctor to come in. It took awhile, and while we waited, Graham and I were left alone. We sort of looked at each other with a worried look on our faces. We were still absorbing the twin discovery. And we knew that it wasn’t good that the doctor had to be called in.
When Dr. Zepeda got there, he looked also. He found both sacs, but he could only find one embryo. And it wasn’t very big at all. And he couldn’t find a heart beat. I knew that wasn’t good.
I was asked to get dressed and meet Dr. Zepeda in his office. They didn’t take my blood or give me a due date or anything like that. And Graham and I waited in his office for a minute or two, knowing that things weren’t right.
Dr. Zepeda explained that the good news is that we can get pregnant, that we are fertile, and this is a good thing. He said, though, that he wasn’t sure if this pregnancy would progress with the difficulty finding a heartbeat and my dates and the sizes. I was pretty sure that the smallest was written off, but I wasn’t sure about the larger. Dr. Zepeda gave me the name of a specialist who had a much more precise sonogram, and we’d get better answers from him. We wouldn’t have to make another appointment until after seeing the specialist.
Graham and I walked away numb. I was pregnant with twins. But it was looking very possible that I wouldn’t have a baby at all. I called the specialist’s office, and left a message that I needed an appointment ASAP, and Graham went home.
The specialists office called me back and said they could squeeze me in that day.
I walked over and waited for about 45 minutes, and I went through the whole height, weight, medical history thing all over again. They tried the over the belly sonogram first, but couldn’t see much. So, while I peed in a cup, the intrauterine probe was lubed up, and I got uncomfortable all over again. This time, the monitor was much more clear, and the doctor could find both sacs pretty quickly. He also found the embryo for the bigger one, but he also had trouble finding a heartbeat. But he did find one. It was slow, but it was there. He also found a bit of a flutter in the other embryo, which may have been in sync with the larger embryo. Apparently that wasn’t a good thing, because the smaller was probably sucking the energy out of the larger, and when the smaller stopped, the larger was likely to stop too.
He looked for a long time, and he took measurements, and he said that he’d really like to see me again in a week. He said that if it is what he thinks it is, then it’s likely chromosomal, and there’s nothing to do and the babies will not survive. But maybe not. I made another appointment for Friday, and he’ll take a look again.
And so I’m in limbo. I’m carrying twins right now, and I’m not sure if either one of them is going to make it. I cried when I got home last night, and I cried again when I explained everything to my boss this morning to prepare her if I need to do anything next week in the event of a miscarriage.
Graham is leaving for Flipside tomorrow, and mama has offered to stay with me all weekend so I’m not alone if things go badly.
I’ve felt nauseous and gross since the appointments, but it’s probably stress. My boobs still hurt, and I’m still perpetually tried, so I’m still pregnant.
I have another three days to wait to see what’s going on, and that’s worse than anything else, I think.
Graham pulled out all of his supplements and vitamins, just in case we will have to start trying to get pregnant again soon. I hope not. I’d rather stay pregnant. But that’s not looking too likely.