My story

I have been debating if I should share some recent news here, but I feel that family members have already disclosed my story to their friends, so why can't I? Some of you have read from my tweets that the past week or so have been difficult, and I haven't been feeling under the weather. Last week was one of the most difficult weeks I've gone through, and I'll try not to be too dramatic as I recap.

To make a very long story short, I knew something was wrong with my body when I went to Indiana for a family reunion at the end of July. When we came back, I felt compelled to take a pregnancy test, and behold! I was pregnant! Problem is, I had an IUD put in place right after Elijah was born. I immediately called my doctor, who then had me come in to do blood work to confirm. While I was there, the doctor checked to make sure my IUD was still intact, but the strings couldn't be found. I was then scheduled for an ultrasound and a followup blood test two days later.

Two days later, the ultrasound confirms that the IUD is still there. I give blood and was told to wait for further instructions. Next morning, the doctor calls me and lets me know that I need to go to the Diagnostic Treatment Center (DTC) at DeKalb Medical immediately and that the on-call doctor has been notified. I try not to freak out as I drop Elijah off at the in-laws and head over to the hospital.

When I arrive, more blood is drawn. Come to find out, I had an ectopic pregnancy or more commonly known as tubal pregnancy. I was that 1 in 1000 women who released an egg with an IUD, was able to get pregnant, and then have that embryo implant into my fallopian tube. Luckily, I had caught in time to be able to take two shots of methotrexate to terminate the pregnancy as the fetus would never be able to come to full term and would be fatal to me.

Should I remind you that this all happened within a week?

I am currently getting blood work done to make sure that my beta levels go to zero, and I had the doctor remove the IUD while I was in the hospital. This week has been extremely difficult as I physically cope with losing a baby. Even being in the early weeks of pregnancy, there has been lots of cramping and blood. I actually found this experience more painful than what I had to deal with after giving birth to Elijah.

Emotionally, I have been on a roller coaster. Even though I didn't plan on this pregnancy and knew that this baby wouldn't survive, I feel a giant sense of loss and love. My family has been my rock as they have all checked in on me, prayed for me, and given me moral support through all of this. I'm not sure I would have been able to cope without their constant shower of love.

There. That's my side of the story. It has been a long two weeks.