Recovering

We have some sad news to share... I found out this week that I have had a miscarriage. I was about 10 weeks pregnant and we went in for our first doctor's appointment on Thursday. We had gone through about an hour long appointment just talking to the nurse and doctor and getting some blood work done. After all that, we had an actual exam and ultrasound. Initially Andy and I were so excited to see the baby on the ultrasound. But then the doctor told us there was no heartbeat. I was devastated. The baby was measuring at about 8 weeks, so something obviously happened two weeks ago.

Our doctor was very sweet and understanding. He suggested we go ahead and do the the D & C that afternoon. So we went home and after Emily's nap, we took her over to our neighbor's and headed to the hospital. We had to wait awhile because our doctor had an emergency procedure to handle. The actual procedure didn't take long and I didn't feel a thing, thanks to some nice medicine.

During the procedure, the doctor realized I had a uterine septum, which is a wall that didn't dissolve when my uterus was forming. It is down the middle of my uterus and does not have much blood flow. Therefore if the baby attached to that wall and not an outside wall, it wouldn't survive because of the lack of blood. The doctors are going to do an ultrasound of my uterus next month and then we will decide how to proceed. It sounds like it would be a relatively simple procedure to cut the wall, they just need to see where it is and how thick it is. They are pretty impressed that I was able to get pregnant with Emily so quickly and did not have her prematurely.

Overall, I am doing fairly well today, considering I was an emotional wreck yesterday. I am trying to think of all of the positive things about this situation. And I also know that everything is in Heavenly Father's hands. He knows what is best for me and my family and it just wasn't time for us. Andy has been AWESOME and took off work today too and has taken care of Emily. I am still in some pain from the D& C, so he carries Emily everywhere for me and is even changing all her diapers. (I am not sure I can get him to continue this for much longer. )

Maybe this isn't something I should share with the whole blogging world, but writing about it helps give me some closure. It is amazing how many women have gone through this same thing, sometimes multiple times. I admire their strength as I try to learn and grow from all this.