Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Ok, so my one and only pregnancy thus far was an unmitigated disaster. From the Sunday before I knew I was pregnant I started having horrible pain anywhere from 2-4 times a day, and each pain lasted anywhere from 20 minutes to three hours. This lasted for the entire duration of the pregnancy and only stopped well after my miscarriage was in progress. I can count on one hand the number of nights I was able to sleep through during that almost three weeks I was pregnant. Each night I'd wake up with pains shooting across my middle, wrapped around to my back, and sometimes down to my knees. Unable to get comfortable in any position I paced the house, often for hours at a time. Of course if they hit during the day when I was stuck in a meeting I was in worse luck. Sitting made the hurting worse, so I found myself shifting in my seat, unable to concentrate, unable to focus on anything but the pain.
I told one doctor about this and he told me that normal women whose ovaries work right go through this every month. Right. I'm not buying that normal women have PMS three weeks out of the month. If they did there would be a LOT more voluntary hysterectomies. For another thing, I don't think I'm THAT wussy! I know what PMS is, I've had it, and it's nothing to write home about. It's DEFINITELY nothing that would keep me up at night.
And then my world crashed down. Having a miscarriage the same week Grandpa died... I don't even have the words. It's been over a month now and I still don't have the words to express how much the world was against me. I remember one time when I was in middle school, 8th grade I think, and I had the flu on the heels of strep throat. I was in bed much of that time, and the very first time I went outside in over a week I sat down on a cross-tie next to the driveway and as I straightened up from sitting a bird pooped on the back of my head and down the back of my shirt. Having a miscarriage? Worse than that!
So now, a month later, I'm looking at our next steps with more than a little trepidation. I'm terrified, and I feel evil for being terrified. I'm terrified of getting pregnant and losing the baby, and I'm scared of the pain that I had during my first pregnancy that kept me up at night and made it near impossible to think at work. And I'm just all around scared and nervous volunteering for this process again. I came home a few nights back and went straight for the jellybeans and chocolate. I've really noticed this miscarriage has caused huge stress eating. The week of the miscarriage I went through a large bag of dark chocolate peanut M&M's in about two days. And then there were the jellybeans. Add to this that my doctor asked me to cut my thyroid medicine in half for this try, and I've gained 10 lbs since January, most of it since the miscarriage I'm sure. Of course I was to upset to go near a scale so I don't really know when all this started. I'm just now starting to get my focus off the comfort eating and onto trying to be healthy again.
I know I'm just wigging out from nerves. I WANT a baby, I DON'T want to loose another one. This is not the same as thinking I can't handle it. I can handle quite a lot without dying, or throwing myself off a cliff, or staying in bed for the rest of my life, but I know that losing another baby would be very HARD to handle. I'm scared of the pain that went with my last pregnancy coming back. I was seriously miserable and couldn't sleep through the night for something like two weeks. I had people calling me a wuss, telling me to get over it, and telling me to get used to it because this was going to be what motherhood is like. So, I'm still trying, but I've lost all joy in it. And I'm scared.
That's my confession, sorry for pouring it out like that, and I'm sure that really is TMI.