***Trigger Warning–Talk of miscarriage***
As I’ve mentioned in previous posts, I’ve wanted to be open with you guys about my pregnancy journey and having PCOS. I want to share what I’ve gone through so any woman will know that even if their journey doesn’t look like mine, they are not alone. If you’re okay reading past this point, please know I am being 100% valuerable with you all. Please keep all negative and hateful comments to yourselves. π€π½
It was around 3:30 in the morning when I woke up. I felt like something was wrong. I couldn’t put my finger on it but I knew something was off. I went to the bathroom and that’s when I saw it… blood.
My heart literally stopped. Tears jumped out of my eyes and I began to shake. I yelled for my boyfriend who rushed to my side asking me frantically “what’s wrong?” I couldn’t say anything but I’m bleeding.
He calmly got me to come back to the bedroom where I noticed blood on our sheets and mattress. My heart shattered. I just knew I was losing our baby…
I cried and cried for hours, not sure what to do. I wasn’t in any pain, other than my heart that hurt so bad I felt like it was about to rip out of my chest. We had called the nurse line asking what we should do now and tried to sleep while we waited for the call back. Of course, that didn’t happen.
I ended up calling both my best friend and my mom asking what I should do. Both of them told me to prepare myself that I could be having a miscarriage and I should go to the ER. And that’s what we did.
I couldn’t stop crying or shaking. My boyfriend had to do most of the talking for me since I forgot how to form scentenes. I was a complete and total mess. My boyfriend, however, was as calm as a toad in the sun.
I went through the process of giving my information and telling them what happened, more times than I wanted to repeat, then we just waited. My mind raced and all I could do was tell myself to breathe. My boyfriend kept grabbing my hand and squeezing. If it wouldn’t have been for him, I wouldn’t have been able to get through it.
After what felt like forever, they came in and did an ultrasound. When they said the baby was fine and moving around a lot, both my boyfriend and I let out a sigh of relief, tears welled up in our eyes. I couldn’t believe it: our baby was okay and we weren’t losing our baby!!!!
I was told I had a small hematoma which is why I was bleeding. The definition of a hematoma is a solid swelling of clotted blood within the tissues. They can happen during pregnancy and must be diagnosed by ultrasound. I don’t know how it happened. I was told to take it easy, no heavy lifting, caffeine (because that can cause more bleeding), or sexual activity for a month. I was also told to make an appointment with my OBGYN and to let him know if I had more bleeding.
While I was at the hospital, I learned that women who are B- blood type, tend to reject pregnancy and they have to have a shot to prevent that. I got my shot (one that I’ll have to get with every pregnancy) and was sent on my way with no additional concern for losing our baby.ππ½
Exhausted wasn’t even good enough to explain what I was at this time. And although my boyfriend had been my rock the entire time, I knew he was just as exhausted as I was. When we finally made it home, he admitted how scared he was and I knew right then and there that no matter what I faced, he would be able to help me through it all. That he would be my rock, supporting me through it until I was good, and then and only then he would let his true emotions show. I also knew that I would do whatever I had to do to keep him strong and supported. It’ll be us against the world.
I was thankful Jalen had stayed the night with his grandma that night and we were able to handle all of this without him home or knowing. I don’t think I could have handled it if he would have been home and saw me crying as much as I was.
As thankful as I was that everything was going to be okay, there was still a piece of me that was terrified something else would go wrong. Any time I mentioned it to my boyfriend, he was there to assure me everything would be fine. As a woman with PCOS and being told 1. that you’d never get pregnant and 2. that miscarriage is more common than the average woman, you learn to think the worst first and always.
Any time I had a negative thought, I replaced it with ‘my body is doing wonderful things and capable of carrying our baby’ over and over until the negavite thought went away. I knew, like most pregnancies, mine wouldn’t be easy, but I knew no matter what I went through, it would be 100% worth it.
I know (from my own experience) it’s easier said than done, but if you’re pregnant or trying to get pregnant, take things one day at a time. Do whatever you can to be positive, listen to your body and your doctor. Everything will work out exactly how it’s supposed to. π
That’s all for now. Be easy, stay blessed.
-Jessicaπ