a year ago today…

A year ago today, I learned that pregnancy #2 was not viable. I was eight weeks along, full of hope that the miscarriage ending pregnancy #1 was indeed a fluke, as everybody said. But instead, we saw an empty gestational sac on the ultrasound screen, and with our spirits crushed, we were forced to decide whether or not to go forward with the D&C I ended up having two days later. Today, exactly one year later, I once again sat pregnant in the OB’s office, with that same timid hope, yet terrified of what news we could possibly receive.

I have so much gratitude that what we ended up seeing on the ultrasound screen today was completely different from what we saw a year ago. We got to see our little peanut, still with a healthy heartbeat, still dancing, still measuring strong. Today was our first appointment with the new OB, with a doctor and ultrasound tech I had never met, at an office I had never been to before. I got really scared to go this morning. We had received so much good news at our RE’s office lately, continually seeing strong heartbeats and growth, that subconsciously I thought that if we went somewhere new our good luck streak would end. I was afraid for anything to change. Even traveling over the holidays had me spooked. As long as I was in my same routine, I felt everything would be fine. As long as I did everything the same as when our good news had come, then I would feel ok. But leaving our home, traveling across the country, dealing with the stress of airports, and having a different day to day routine made me really anxious that it would change things. 

We also told my husband’s family over Thanksgiving, since it was our one chance to share the news in person. Initially, I had been excited to spill the beans, but as it got closer I started to feel a lot of pressure and anxiety. I know my in-laws are so excited to become grandparents, and I don’t want to let them down, yet again. And I know that none of this is in my control, but I feel responsible for the outcome nevertheless. With our first pregnancy, we waited until after our first ultrasound to tell them, but then miscarried three days after sharing the news. I still held that association in my mind. Irrationally, I felt that if we told them, then a few days later it would all get taken away.

I am starting to learn that having these irrational thoughts and fears doesn’t make them real. They are just thoughts and fears.

Our little babe is still thriving. While I should be 10w3d according to my LMP, the little one measured 11w4d. I’ve consistently measured a few days ahead, but this was a huge jump. My doctor wasn’t quite sure what to make of it, and debated moving up my due date by a week. But she said that earlier ultrasounds tend to be more accurate with dating, so we decided to continue to stick with the LMP to assign the due date. She said right now, it only really matters in order to time the first trimester screening correctly, so that I don’t miss the window because my baby is measuring ahead.

I also brought up the fever I had when I had the stomach flu about two months ago. I had a fever for about 3 days, which hovered around 101, but spiked at one point to 102-103. The fever was right around when implantation most likely occurred. It’s been a nagging fear that’s followed me, and I’ve worried and fretted incessantly that we are at increased risk for neural tube defects as a result. Although my doctor agreed that fever and flu during pregnancy is not a good thing, she said since it happened before four weeks I was in the clear. In addition any medications I took (which was mostly Tylenol) before that four week mark would not have an effect on the development of the baby. I pray she is right, and am going to choose to believe she is right, just for some much needed peace of mind. She said if the fever and flu were to affect anything, we would have had an early miscarriage. But we are passed that point and she said our baby looks strong.

I feel so grateful today. Last year, as Christmas approached, I was in a world of pain, despair, sadness, and grief. I was reeling from losing our second baby, wondering what that meant, and had so many questions and fears swirling inside of me. On Christmas day I just felt alone, grieving what never would be. When I got pregnant last year, I thought that this Christmas would be the first Christmas with our son or daughter, and that my parents would have their first Christmas with a grandchild. This will indeed be my parents’ first Christmas with a grandchild, but only because my brother had a baby instead, just a few weeks before my due date. I feel blessed to have my nephew and love him to pieces, but I was really afraid to go into this holiday season empty once again. All I’ve wanted was to have Christmas with my little babe, whether on the inside or out.

I’m thinking of all my readers and fellow bloggers who are facing the holidays this year with heartache. I know how hard it is. I know how much it can hurt, and how isolating it can feel. My heart is with all of you. All I can do is hope that this is the last one, and that next year you either have a baby in your arms or a baby in your belly. My thoughts are with all of you. 

16 thoughts on “a year ago today…

  1. So happy all is good with your little one! I know exactly how you feel about last Christmas versus this one and I’m just so thrilled your little one is thriving and measuring ahead! You’ll be in the second trimester by Christmas! So exciting! I’m continuing to send you prayers. Hope all is just perfect with your prenatal screening!

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  2. Wonderful news that baby is growing so beautifully! I experienced similar feelings on thanksgiving – we lost our first one a few days before thanksgiving last year and while I was so thankful to be pregnant this thanksgiving, it stirred up so many emotions remembering where I was last year. I’m so glad you’ll be enjoying your Christmas this year knowing you have a healthy baby on the way!

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  3. Glad things continue to go well, Alexis. Might you both be blessed and may this Season bring you peace and an anchoring into this precious space and time.

    With heart,


  4. I am kind of in the hard holiday phase but certainly hope that next year will be more like yours this year. Who would have thought it would be this hard! I sincerely hope this one goes perfect!


  5. This gives me hope. We are new to this fertility treatment business and it had me spinning. Sometimes I get so overwhelmed I feel like I want to just hide away and cry because I don’t know what else to do. Thank you for sharing!


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