4.10.2014
This morning, my thoughts are all over the place.
On the one hand, I am still numb…I feel like Tantalus, with
my greatest desire hanging just beyond my reach. Every time I reach for it, the
wind blows it just out of my grasps once again….but mine is worse…I actually
GOT my desire…and now they are trying to take it away.
After speaking with a teacher here at my school that is also
pregnant—she made some really good points that have me honestly very
confused.
She said that she could not understand why I was not
classified as high risk considering they never thought I would get pregnant, my
age, and my hard to control blood pressure.
She was also shocked that the first thing they didn’t do, was check my
blood for hCG levels when they took my blood work at the confirmation
appointment. She said considering my
irregular cycles, my history with dysfunctional uterine bleeding, they would
have wanted the blood work up front to see what they were working with.
She also advised that depending on what the doctor said at
my next ultrasound, I needed to seek a second opinion. That is, if the new ultrasound next week, shows no growth in the yolk or gestational sacs.
I think I agree. Why
did she not do the blood work for hCG levels up front? Why all of that blood work, not to test for
that while you’re draining my veins?
Also, why a pap smear?
It’s not like mine was out of date.
I had one the previous year, and according to my primary, they are only
needed every 3 years now…so why now that I am pregnant? I mean, in all honesty, I did not start
spotting until after that pap.
Seriously. I was more than fine
up until that point. Why a pap on a high
risk person?
I have all of these questions. I am now wondering did they ever seriously
think I would carry at all. I am now
thinking I need a second opinion. The
teacher I work with said with all of her babies, heartbeats have not been heard
until 10-12 weeks, and the fetal pole was not visible until then either for
her. Why is my doctor so quick to
terminate?
I have asked my co-worker for her doctor’s information. I am
going to try and schedule an appointment for next week. If I don’t like what the 2nd
ultrasound says, I’ll go for a second opinion prior to making a final
decision. If I go back, and this new
ultrasound shows more promise, I can always cancel.
I only know that I am not ready to give up without a
fight. I have waited for this so
long…and to get this far to feel like the medical team I am working with, has
already thrown up their hands on me and my child, makes me feel like Sisyphus:
continuously rolling a boulder up a hill, only to have to roll it back down the
hill, and start over again the next day—futile.
I feel like the line from the song by Marvin Sapp, He Has
His Hands on You, “Sometimes you feel so alone, like a child lost with no home.
They keep telling you to be strong, but you say when will it end? When will I
win…”
When WILL I win?
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