This is a continuation of the series The Story of Us – looking back at our journey through infertility and miscarriage. You can find the previous posts here: The Story of Us.
Again, Liz and I had suffered a miscarriage – left with more questions than answers. We had talked with our doctor about the reasons why this happened again. She revisited the issue of the uterine septum. This was something that we knew was there and she had discussed with us previously. It essentially divided Liz’s uterus into two sides – which put her at a higher risk for pre-term labor, low birth weight, and miscarriage. The only remedy was surgery. We were referred to a reproductive endocrinologist who did surgeries to remove these septums.
Now things were just getting a lot more interesting. First, I never thought we would be taking fertility drugs to get pregnant and now we are looking at surgery as a way to hopefully sustain a pregnancy. It was a bit much to take in.
Our initial visits with the RE were at least a little reassuring. Liz had to endure some rather painful procedures to determine exactly what was going on and what course of action would be best.
Liz had surgery to remove this division in her uterus around April/May of 2008. The recovery from this was not fun. I hated seeing her in pain, but all Liz kept saying was if this would help her to be able to have a baby it would all be worth it. It would take some time before she was completely healed and we could try again though.
The RE started taking a little more aggressive approaches to us getting pregnant. We attempted 2 IUI’s, as well as increasing the dose of Clomid. By this time, it was a new year – and we wondered if this would be OUR year. Around March of 2009, we got another positive pregnancy test!
Again, not much excitement – just worry. The doctors gave Liz more medicine to take to help sustain the pregnancy, citing that in much research there was not overwhelming evidence that it does in fact help – but hey, we wanted all the help would could get!
Things were progressing well with this pregnancy. We went into the doc’s for an appointment at around the 6 week mark and were able to actually see and hear a heartbeat! It was so awesome! This was a first for us, as we never made it to this point in the other pregnancies.
We go back in another week, at around the 7 week mark – farther than we’d ever made it – and the sonographer could not find the heartbeat right away. Seemed like an eternity! I know I was holding my breath until we finally heard it! Then we got the surprise of our lives!
She was taking an extra long time it seemed, and the words “think I see something else” was mentioned. She sends for the doctor to come in. I’m reading every expression on their faces, trying to figure out what exactly it is. Is something wrong? Is it twins? What is it!?
We left that day without any real answers – they really couldn’t determine and said they would do another sonogram in a week. We left thinking that it possibly was twins!
That next morning, Liz started having complications again. She called the RE’s office and they were very laxidasical about it – basically telling her that if it got worse to go to the ER, etc. Well, that didn’t set well with Liz – she wanted to know that her baby(ies) were okay, so she calls her regular doctor who tells her to come in for an ultrasound.
She was able to find the baby’s heartbeat and then….another heartbeat!
Baby A’s heartbeat was great – Baby B’s heartbeat – well, not so great. It was only 69 beats per minute. By this time, they want to see it around 100, at least! We were reassured that she had seen cases like this and baby B could bounce back. But there was something else…
These twins were possibly sharing the same sac, which could lead to major complications during the pregnancy. She just wasn’t sure because of how the babies were positioned what type they were.
Talk about the worry meter going through the rough – how could we afford twins? Would Baby B be okay? Would both of them be okay? TWO of EVERYTHING! While many friends and family were freaking out a little at the possibility of twins – Liz and I loved it and approached it with our usual attitude: “We’ll figure it out, we always do”.
Little did we know, we would have much more to “figure out”…