My pregnancy with Deborah was traumatic for me. Oh not the delivery – it was so amazing that we don’t even have pictures of me holding Deborah right after she was born. My sister and husband were so stunned that I had quietly delivered a baby so quickly that nobody grabbed the camera!
But the first trimester was hard. Very hard. As in I finally texted my midwife that I needed help after I had lost 10 pounds from throwing up several times a day and had been in bed for a month. Did I mention I also had strep throat on top of all the morning sickness? My blood sugar was a mess, and I mentally felt like I was losing it a little.
It was not pretty. She gave me zofran to help with the nausea and that seemed to pull me out of it.
Having Deborah in our life is totally worth everything I went through. She makes me laugh and smile every day, and is a true blessing from God. But between the difficult first trimester, Sean being in college, and me trying to keep up with Deborah & Co. and homeschooling while he was in college, I wanted a small break from the normal “have a baby every two years” that is our pattern. Two different children have been born exactly 2 years apart, and 1 child was born 21 months after the older one. I wanted some time for me to regain some energy.
So in between questions and teasing about “when is the next baby coming?” we naturally took a break, and for the most part kept pretty quiet about it. After all, fertility and having babies is a private thing.
But then the baby bug set in with me. I thought we had arrived a point with Sean’s college that we could handle it. (Actually I don’t think we could have, because neither of us realized how extremely difficult the last semester of college was going to be on both of us).
Month after month passed, and before long I realized quite a few months had passed and I had still wasn’t pregnant. By now all the hints and questions about “when are you going to have another baby” were not funny. They made me wince because nobody realized I just wasn’t able to yet. Finally I went and saw my naturally minded MD that treats me for my thyroid. He tested my progesterone and said I was on the low end, and told me to try some natural progesterone cream.
Three months passed.
Guess what? I finally got a positive test!!! Yes, we are expecting baby number 6 in March!!! I’m in my first trimester, but like last time, I have another traumatic first trimester experience that I won’t soon forget.
My doctor had told me to get my progesterone tested as soon as I saw a positive pregnancy test. He needed to know if I needed to be supported with progesterone during the first trimester. I quickly went and did that, and as soon as I saw the results I figured I would need some progesterone.
What I wasn’t expecting was for the office to email me immediately, and tell me I needed to come in the very next day for progesterone shots. I was a little worried, but made the appointment and tried to stay off of Google. That is a very scary place to research progesterone shots.
Sean took me to the appointment, and while I figured I would have some sort of reaction to getting a bunch of progesterone at once, I wasn’t prepared for how bad the shots hurt to get (the needles are big!), and that I would hysterically be laughing and crying on the way home. I could barely walk in the house. Sean had to almost carry me in.
I started out getting 2 shots once a week, but my progesterone just wouldn’t go up. One week it went up a little, and then dropped down again 3 days later. They couldn’t make me any promises that I wouldn’t have a miscarriage still, and I was told that if I wasn’t taking these shots I would have miscarriaged already.
After trying once a week, the doctor had me start getting 2 shots twice a week. So for the past month we have been driving 45 minutes to my doctor’s office twice a week to spend 5 minutes there getting the shots. I then spend several days in bed recovering (the fatigue has been the worst I’ve ever experienced in my life), and then we go do it all over again.
I’ve been so thankful that my husband has been working from home right now, or else I don’t know what we would have done! He has been a huge help, and I feel so blessed to have him here! My sister has started having us come over to her house for dinner this week. Between fatigue and morning sickness I just don’t feel like cooking dinner.
We tried backing down to one shot twice a week, and the hope was to transition to pills at the end of this week. I got a call from the nurse that my progesterone levels have gone way down though, so I have to go back up to 2 shots twice a week and possibly keep this up the whole pregnancy.
We would appreciate prayers. I’m just going to put this out there-I’m not asking for advice. We have found asking for prayers over this situation has brought a lot of unasked for advice that has only been stressful, not helpful. I feel incredibly blessed to be seeing the doctor that I have. He used to be an OBGYN, but now has a family practice and uses herbs, supplements and medicine. I love the balance he has, and the knowledge he has of fertility and pregnancy. So I trust what he tells me, and we just keep praying that the baby will be strong and healthy!
I look forward to doing weekly pregnancy updates on the blog, and have had a blast getting some maternity clothes from ThredUP ordered! A girl has to do something fun while she is laying in bed all the time.