What a day. I'm was exhausted and couldn't update yesterday. But despite a rough start, what a great day. We saw the baby move. For the first time in my life, I saw one of our babies wiggle and dance and wave. And for the first time, I heard the beautiful sounds of his or her little heart pounding away. My eyes welled with tears and my voice stuck in my throat. I laid complelty still listening to the soft fluid sound.
The more detailed summary:
Our morning u/s was with 'the wand'. We only have a few appointments left with the RE. Immediately afterwards, we headed to the lab for the glucose test. It was infuriating. Apparently my PCP ordered the wrong test, the lab wouldn't listen to me or call. They insisted my instructions were to 'go eat whatever you want and come back to hours later for testing.' I KNEW this was wrong although I wasn't sure where the breakdown had occurred. They drew a fasting sample "even though it was going in the trash" and the draw went horrible. I've never had such a painful blood draw experience, the woman stabbed me twice and then got a flexible iv needle that she kept messing with until pain was shooting down my arm. "If you would just relax, it wouldn't hurt you so bad." I could have slapped her. I've had blood drawn probably about 20 times in the last year, it isn't suppose to feel like this, I know that for sure.
We left and I was grouchy from no breakfast, in pain and near tears because I knew what we needed to do but no one would listen to me. I stormed to the car and decided to head back to the RE's office and beg for help.
I <3 Dr. W's office. Seriously, they are the most compassionate and lovely people. I know the order was suppose to come from my PCP, but they wrote it for me anyway and gave the lab their direct line if they had questions. The nurses were so protective and helpful and kind that as we left, I did cry.
The test it's self was miserable. I hadn't eaten in about 13 hours at this point and I had to drink this terrible lukewarm stale mountain dew tasting beverage. I got most of it down before realizing it might all come back up. I willed the rest of it down and all of it to stay. I then had to sit in the waiting room for two hours waiting for the other draws (I asked if I could sit in the car, but for some reason that isn't allowed.) But a total of 3 hours and 6 needle pricks later, we were done. I came home and was exhausted and cranky. I'm pretty sure I chased everyone away and feel terrible, but I guess it was an "I need to be about me" kinda morning.
I ate and rested before our OB appointment. It was fantastic. I still felt pretty funky from the glucose test, but the doctor was fantastic. He sat down and went over my history in detail asking questions and answering mine. It came time for the ultrasound and I was reaching for my pants before the nurse stopped me to tell me they could get everything from the top. She laughed and said "I always forget to remind you girls from infertility doctors you don't have to strip down here."
The ultrasound was fantastic. The baby was pretty still at first and my husbanded mentioned that baby must be a Rolling Stones fan because he/she was rocking out at the RE's office and it was like the baby heard! Suddenly it started a fully body dance complete with head and arms swinging! It was tough to stay still and watch, but every time I laughed the doctor had to adjust the ultrasound wand.
I felt so comfortable with the doctor and I'm excited to hear they will monitor me every two weeks throughout the pregnancy (more frequently if needed and the last month or so).
The bad news, which really couldn't even register yesterday I was so ecstatic and exhausted from everything, is that my vacation, planned and paid for before we found out about our little rolling stones fan, is cancelled. I totally understand, although I'd be lying to say I'm not disappointed as it's sinking in today. Still, I would give up that and so much more to keep our baby safe. The good news is that if everything is looking good over the next 2 to 4 weeks, I will be allowed to take lukewarm baths and walk again.