A comment posted to my previous post made me realize that the past month has gone by, I survived it, and while I'm moving on and making plans and living life, nobody else realizes is. Anyone who stumbles upon my blog would think I'm still wallowing and going through that horrible weekend on a constant basis.
So, what has happened? Most importantly, my little guy turned 3 that same weekend. I had a post ready and was waiting until I added pictures, but it was lost as time slipped by and I healed. I retro-posted it, so someday in the future I can hopefully forget what else was happening in my life that weekend and just remember his birthday and him at this age.
I did have the D&C and cried the moment I woke out of anesthesia, and that was pretty much it. I had a few moments of depression the next week or two -- visiting the specialist in the OB department at THE hospital to have babies around here, with moms there for their follow-ups with their newborns; visiting my doc for my follow-up, with a new mom breastfeeding next to me while we waited...I was that crazy crying woman sitting with all of you, now you know why (I did leave the room so as to not make them all uncomfortable) -- but most of that was hormonal and not rational sadness (I can't be the only one who recognizes the difference) and I'm fine now.
I actually need to call today to see if our genetic testing is complete. I fear there will be no answers. I fear everything will be normal. I'm not sure any answer will be okay with me, though, so I'll probably cry and move on from that, as well.
My doctor told us we can try again right away. She is one of the school of thought that if my body is ready, it may happen, and if it isn't, it won't. No further healing is necessary, except perhaps emotional. So we tried, and we wait, and unlike every other time, I am in no hurry to test. I would happily live in ignorance, if I could, and realize 12 weeks from now that my period is 3 months late. The joy and fun of the process is gone and replaced by a whole bunch of unnecessary worry. Unnecessary only because I have zero control over any of it.
So life has continued, as it always does. Soccer and t-ball have begun. Dance will soon end. Summer will come and we will fill the pool. And I will stay on the ride to see what's over the next hill...even if I do anticipate those peaks and valleys, and hope for something specific.
So, what has happened? Most importantly, my little guy turned 3 that same weekend. I had a post ready and was waiting until I added pictures, but it was lost as time slipped by and I healed. I retro-posted it, so someday in the future I can hopefully forget what else was happening in my life that weekend and just remember his birthday and him at this age.
I did have the D&C and cried the moment I woke out of anesthesia, and that was pretty much it. I had a few moments of depression the next week or two -- visiting the specialist in the OB department at THE hospital to have babies around here, with moms there for their follow-ups with their newborns; visiting my doc for my follow-up, with a new mom breastfeeding next to me while we waited...I was that crazy crying woman sitting with all of you, now you know why (I did leave the room so as to not make them all uncomfortable) -- but most of that was hormonal and not rational sadness (I can't be the only one who recognizes the difference) and I'm fine now.
I actually need to call today to see if our genetic testing is complete. I fear there will be no answers. I fear everything will be normal. I'm not sure any answer will be okay with me, though, so I'll probably cry and move on from that, as well.
My doctor told us we can try again right away. She is one of the school of thought that if my body is ready, it may happen, and if it isn't, it won't. No further healing is necessary, except perhaps emotional. So we tried, and we wait, and unlike every other time, I am in no hurry to test. I would happily live in ignorance, if I could, and realize 12 weeks from now that my period is 3 months late. The joy and fun of the process is gone and replaced by a whole bunch of unnecessary worry. Unnecessary only because I have zero control over any of it.
So life has continued, as it always does. Soccer and t-ball have begun. Dance will soon end. Summer will come and we will fill the pool. And I will stay on the ride to see what's over the next hill...even if I do anticipate those peaks and valleys, and hope for something specific.
I love the way you wrote your thoughts in the last paragraph. Very real and down to earth :)
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