Deserving of a blog post

I know the blog has basically died, but I would be remiss if I did not give thanks here for the gift of life God has given once again to our family.

This sweet little GIRL is about 32 weeks along now and doing just great. 

That’s right- the boys are outnumbered 5-3 and they’re not complaining. We are all so thrilled and excited about this little soul and we cannot wait to meet her in May.

I’ve shared a bit on Instagram about how we came to understand my issues and what was causing the reoccurring pregnancy loss. Ultimately it came down to 2 main issues: a luteal phase defect and an MTHFR gene mutation, both of which required various treatments before conception and after. In addition to progesterone throughout the pregnancy I’ve needed to do HcG shots (from trying to conceive until 16 weeks) and daily blood thinner shots until 36 weeks. I never thought I’d have the guts to give myself so many stomach shots but I have to say I’d do a million more times for this little one. I’m just so thankful we were able to figure out some answers and that we’ve been blessed with this baby. 

Shortly after we found out about this pregnancy I went in for an early scan at 6 weeks. Being on the HcG shots meant that the only way to check on whether the pregnancy was actually progressing was ultrasound since I was literally injecting the hormone that they check for in early pregnancy blood work. I went in for that early scan at 6 weeks and came home sure we would be saying goodbye to this little one soon. There was a good heartbeat but they told me I wasn’t measuring as far along as I should be in addition to other issues that they said were “consistent with an abnormal pregnancy “. I was so devastated. They scheduled a follow up ultrasound for a week later we really grieved for a week leading up to that scan, we got ready to say goodbye to this love we were all so excited about. 

 I also kept holding on to hope because I felt so sick- I didn’t feel sick with any of our miscarriages and in my mind sickness=baby growing so every day I’d wake up feeling so disgusting and more and more hopeful. That was the longest week of waiting. I prayed so hard and asked friends to pray. 

A week later I went in to see a baby who had grown beautifully and every single issue they’d seen on the previous scan gone. In subsequent ultrasounds they did see a subchorionic hematoma, which actually ended up scaring the heck out of me around 10 weeks with lots of bleeding. I think that hematoma was what they had seen in that early scan and that it was possibly even preventing them from measuring correctly. 

Either way it was an answer to prayer such a joy and relief and other than some bleeding from that hematoma everything has gone so well so far. 

Each miscarriage has caused my gratitude for new life to increase more and more. Consequently after 8 miscarriages my heart is basically full to almost bursting for this little girl. 

We just cannot wait to meet her.