Wednesday, October 5, 2011

New Hope

Sometimes I feel silly worrying about future pregnancies and healthy babies and whether or not I will ever have the big family I've always wanted. Sometimes I wonder if everyone looks at me and thinks, "This girl has got some serious issues." If they do, I hope that no one ever tells me, for honestly, I could not handle it.

Today I visited with my lovely OB/GYN. And when I say lovely, there is no satire here. She is honestly one of the kindest doctor's I have ever met, while still holding true to her honest and straight-forward ways. I am so lucky to have had her through this rough journey and look forward to making positive memories with her in the future.

Since the loss of my last baby at 16 weeks and the diagnosis of the thrombophelia, I am now considered a high risk when it comes to pregnancy. Let me tell you how hard that was to wrap my mind around. I went from thinking I was having an all-natural home birth to now being considered high risk. It took the last seven months to come to grips with; but I am there now.

We sat down face to face in the chairs in the tiny exam room. She looked at me with eyes of a friend, not of a doctor, and asked me what had been going on. Without thinking, I instantly broke into tears, telling her my woes about trying to conceive and my incessant fears about a future pregnancy. Her kind eyes almost welled up with me and she took my hand, comforting me by reminding me that these were very real, very understandable fears. We talked about what happened, how it affected me and my family, and how it is going to affect future pregnancies. She asked me if I enjoyed being pregnant with my last two. I didn't know how to answer this question. I absolutely LOVE being pregnant. And without hesitation, she reminded me that we needed to do everything in our power to make this next pregnancy just as enjoyable, for me and for my baby.

She was right. But how I going to do that? How was I going to forget about what happened and have a worry-free pregnancy? I so envied those women around the world that were just finding out they were pregnant - no worries, just pure excitement. What I would give to have that feeling again. She reminded me that she too was going to be worried through the pregnancy, and that she was in my corner to help me through it. She explained that she would stop worrying as soon as I was in the hospital and hooked up to the monitors so that if anything were to go wrong, she could fix it. OMG, she knew exactly what I was feeling! It was as if she were speaking straight from my brain!!! And I felt myself sink into my chair - she understood, and I finally felt relief.

We discussed the possibilities of hypothyroidism and the "bump" the ultrasound tech had found. Since seeing him last Thursday, the doctor's office had called and asked me to make appointment for this week, that the doctor wanted to see me as soon as possible. Great, that's always reassuring. She explained to me that hypothyroidism is the number one cause of preventable mental retardation. WHO KNEW!!! She explained that if my GP found there to be an inadequate amount of thyroid hormone, he would put me on synthetic hormone replacements. She also mentioned that my hormone levels would be checked every 4-6 weeks to make sure my medication levels are correct throughout the pregnancy. Again, she understood.

We discussed doctor's visits throughout the next pregnancy. I let her know that I wasn't comfortable with waiting 4 weeks between visits, and she chuckled, reminding me that as a high risk patient I would be seeing her every other week. This woman was reading my mind! 

The appointment ended with her hugging me tighter than I've been hugged in a while - and it felt goooood. I felt that her and I could conquer the world and a healthy little baby would be born again in the Clyne family. I felt renewed and ready to get back in the saddle - if you know what I mean. And as the cherry on top of the sundae of amazing support, she wrote her cell phone number on the back of her card and reassured me to call or text any time I needed something. She was an angel.

Who knew women develop PTSD from the loss of a baby? Who knew thyroid hormone imbalances could cause a child to have mental retardation? And more importantly, who knew that a doctor so incredibly kind would be the only one to allow me to be afraid without guilt?

3 comments:

  1. Dear Wimpy Mom, you ask "who knew...?" I knew that you would find a peaceful place eventually, you just needed to walk the journey. Sometimes the things that seem the easiest are the absolute hardest, traumatic things that effect our whole being. I speak this from experience (as you know) and I know that this kind, caring, understanding women who knows how you feel will now be your ROCK and your peaceful place in which you can close your eyes and find reassurance in the recollection of that visit. I understand Shorty and I too allow you to be afraid without guilt or explanation. I love you always

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  2. Mom - I love you. I know you are always there for me. Sometimes its easier to talk to someone outside of the circle though, you know? I love you so much and am so lucky to have you on my side. :) Can't wait to bring you another grandbaby.

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  3. This was a great telling from the heart, I felt I was there with you, and it brought tears to my eye's as I kept reading. I wish you the best of luck with your next pregnancy, and I will keep you and your family in my prayers.

    Love Jen Wade

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