This weekend we were THRILLED to announce to both of our families AND to the world that we will be welcoming baby #2 into the Ostler clan. It has been a bit of a rough ride on this one, but we are so grateful to say that things are looking up.
Since I know that mostly family reads this and those who aren’t REALLY family are pretty much my family, I wanted to share what has been going on. When I was at 6 weeks, I started spotting and had called the doctor. At about 8 weeks, they had me come in for an ultrasound to make sure all was well with the baby. I was the only one there that day. Heartbeat was strong and I could see little babies heartbeat and it was such a relief.
Only 2 days later, I started bleeding very heavily and I was certain that I had miscarried. We went in the next morning(Saturday) and there was no one that could do an ultrasound. The nurse we talked to just told us to go home and take it easy and let my body run its course.
Our hearts were broken. As much as I tried to pretend that everything was ok, the emotions inside were real and sad, but I was grateful every day for Bekkett to keep me going. I needed to be a happy mama for him and for me, at least I knew we had him.
I continued bleeding pretty consistently for the next 3 weeks, which was heart breaking every single one of those days. I was just ready to have it over with. Well, just prior to finding out I was pregnant, I signed up for a 70 mile bike race that was swiftly approaching. I was getting really uneasy about doing the race feeling the way I did and feeling like my body wasn’t up to par. My friend whom I had signed up with recommended that I call the doctor (besides Greg and my sister and my mom and…..the list could go on). Finally I knew it was time.
I called on Friday morning, told them everything, told them I was supposed to do a race the next day and really needed to find out what was going on. They got us in for an ultrasound that early afternoon and I guess I didn’t really know what to expect but I DID NOT expect to hear what I heard. Greg and I went to the ultrasound, explained everything that had been going on and the second the ultrasound tech put the “wand” on my belly, there was baby bouncing around. The first words were, “Baby looks GREAT!” What?! I am still pregnant? How? What is going on?
He explained that I had a subchorionic separation, which means(from what I understand) that there is a small area of separation between my uterus and the placenta. They don’t know what causes it in normal, non-drug doing, human beings, but after the baby makes it past 12-14 weeks, it means the baby is tolerating the separation well and that all should be good. They will obviously continue to watch it and make sure it is healing. They told me I could NOT do my bike race and that I needed to relax and lay low until I could get in to see my actual doctor on Monday. After a day and a half of doing NOTHING, the bleeding had pretty much stopped.
The doctor said I wasn’t on bed rest, but very limited activity aka I can do my chores at home. It is kind of killing me. B and I will make our rounds and go on short(around the block) walks, and even then I feel strained and can tell the difference. So, I am trying to be a good girl so I can keep the baby safe and sound.
So that is the story. Some of you “knew we had miscarried” so I wanted to fill you in on where and how this all played out.
We feel very blessed. I kept telling myself, even while I thought I had miscarried, that whatever happened was the Lord’s will and that everything happened for a reason. I feel very close to this baby and will do whatever I need to to help her/him get here safely.
I am already feeling chubby and in the “cheeseburger” stage because I am LOVING sugar and can’t exercise, but I keep telling myself that it is my own fault and to stop eating so many candy corns.
We pray that everything continues to go well and will keep you all updated as we go along. Here is one of me right after we found out I was still pregnant.