Warning: Cursing at the world
Again. I can't believe this is happening to me again.
Apparently doctors don't know what the fuck they are talking about and that last post about a "healthy" pregnancy was speaking too soon. I told them exactly what they needed to test for. I've been through this three other times, I know exactly what I need to be tested for. I could have known about this impending miscarriage a week ago. Instead, I get my hopes built up by their office saying baby is healthy. Wrong.
They drew blood friday and only did a qualitative blood test when they should have done a quantitative and thyroid. They run a full panel, including the thyroid but not the quantitative (which shows how high your hcg hormone is) on another blood draw Monday. This morning in the middle of my office, I start bleeding. Heavily. I went to my boss (I hadn't even told her I was pregnant) that I was miscarrying and had to go to the hospital. I leave and head over to get my lab request. They take more blood and finally do the quantitative test. So low... so so low. Either progesterone did absolutely nothing or I should have been taking it before I even got pregnant (like I fucking told them).
The nurse, not even the doctor that hasn't called or talked to or has even seen me for this pregnancy, told me that at least one good thing came out of this; they know it's not my thyroid that's the issue. Really? REALLY? Lady, I know you're a really nice person and this is a super small town, I'll probably run into you at the market, but I really hate your face right now. You have no idea how to talk to a person miscarrying. I just want to know WHY I keep miscarrying and they're not helping at all. Time to see a specialist 4 hours away.
Today was supposed to have been Jake's day off, but he got called out on a fire and he's about 3 hours away. I couldn't reach him on his cell phone so I called his dispatch and had to tell them that I was in the hospital and needed him to call me asap. They got a hold of him and he got a hold of me. I'm pretty sure I could hear him cry. Fuck.
I decided that I couldn't stay at home and cry all day no matter how much my body and my heart hurt. I talked to my boss and asked to come back. I told her no one knows there and I need to be busy and not talk about it. She understood and I finished my 5 hours and went home. I furiously cleaned for about an hour. Took a nap. Then a shower. Now I have no idea what to do with myself. I'm really trying hard not to cry but I'm exhausted from trying to be strong... If you are in my shoes, I'm praying for your strength, your healing, and your heart.