It's been fun and interesting being pregnant but also stressful a few times. Right at about 7 weeks, I had some spotting and it made me kind of nervous so I called the doctor's office and it just happened to be after hours but the nurse was so helpful and quick to call me back. She ordered some blood work done to see if they could figure out why I was having the issues and after she got the results with no major red flags she wanted me to have an ultrasound. My sister, Angela, just happened to be in town that day so I went to the imaging place with her and Zach and drank a crazy amount of water so they could do it. I was about to wet my pants when they finally called me back. It was so amazing to see that little baby the size of a blueberry hanging out in my tummy! We could see its heart beating and then we even got to hear the heartbeat which was so reassuring. I cried while I took it all in. I knew it was real before that but to see/hear my baby was just incredible. So it was good to know the baby was still there and had a heartbeat. Everything happened on Friday so they told me I wouldn't hear anything else until Monday and the nurse would try to let me know what was going on to cause the spotting.
Sure enough, I got a call from her Monday telling me that they found out that my progesterone level was too low. She said it was at 12.03 and needed to be at 20. She prescribed some progesterone and told me to take it once a day for a week and then we would have to do more blood work to see if the level was where it needed to be. She said if it wasn't up to 20, then I would have to go to twice a day with the progesterone "to get me through my first trimester". I don't think she meant to scare me but that didn't sound like no big deal. Up until that Friday, miscarriage hadn't crossed my mind. But since the spotting and lots of testing, I had just decided that I knew I trusted God and I knew He had a good plan for us even though I wasn't sure what that was. I went home after picking up my stuff from the pharmacy and googled progesterone. As I read up on it I began to realize that too low of progesterone levels is a common cause for miscarriage. But still I kept telling God that I trusted Him and I did what I was told. I also asked for a lot of prayer! Our prayer was that in a week when I was supposed to go for more blood work that my level would be over 20. A week went by and I was faithful to take the hormone, I had more tests done and found out that my level was over 29! What an answered prayer and a huge relief! Actually it was far over my prayer and that's so like God to do more than I could have asked or imagined! I still have to take the stuff until my 12 week check up but I'm thankful to know I'm where I'm supposed to be! God is so good and I'm so glad I can trust Him.
If you're reading this I just want to ask you to please keep praying for my little one! It keeps getting bigger! (Well according to everything I'm reading!) Right now its the size of a grape! :)
I love God. And I already love little Grape. I love you, Shanna---and I'm so thankful.
ReplyDeleteI love little Grape too. Can we call him/her that until we know what he/she is? I'm so glad everything is ok. And I love you too.
ReplyDeleteThank you! I'm so glad too! And I don't mind calling it Grape. I have a friend at work who has called it Blueberry since she knew it was that big!
ReplyDeleteI'm praying that little Dax/Claire or Blueberry/Grape stays safe and grows to be a perfectly healthy baby.
ReplyDeleteI read the last blog and have to tell you that I still cry for no reason...even for crying too much. :)
Hey! I heard a cute girl name the other day. I'm not sure if you said you want Claire to be the definite name or not. Piper. Cute, huh?