6 long months after an ectopic pregnancy back in April, I’m happy to report that we are once again pregnant and keeping everything crossed that this little bean is in the right place and hangs in there for the next 8 months.
After the miscarriage, we were determined to immediately start trying again but unfortunately things took a little longer than we had anticipated to resolve. I was extremely fortunate not to require any surgery but the Methotrexate prescribed takes a full 3 months (some say 6 months) to work its way back out of your system. In hindsight, having this additional time enforced upon us enabled me to get back to fitness and feel back in control after what was something of a surreal experience.
The midwives at our local early pregnancy unit were superb and immediately had me in for blood tests to check my HCG levels were rising at an ‘acceptable’ rate. It transpired that they were at a high enough rate not to require a second blood test as they expected to be able to see something when they scanned me. Cue an anxious wait of several days to have the scan – not due to the hospital but due to my work commitments. Work doesn’t half get in the way of life sometimes doesn’t it.
Before we went to see the sonographer, one of the midwives sat us down to talk us through what to expect. She was great. Due to having had an ectopic previously, I was at a higher risk of having another. Whilst the experience for some will undoubtedly make them super fearful of it happening again, I have to say that, for me, the opposite has proved to be the case. Being pregnant is completely out of my control. Sure, I can avoid alcohol, eat sensibly take the vitamins etc etc but ultimately, I have no control as to whether we will take home a baby at the end of it all. The husband on the other hand, was a nervous wreck as we went into the room for the scan. Men bloody well need us ladies to hold their hands that’s for sure.
As the cold gel was squirted on my tummy, as soon as the sonographer pressed down I knew this time was different. But familiar. Like the first time I was pregnant with my son. And I immediately knew that, for now, everything was ok. x