I’m going to start with a spoiler: Everything is fine.
Now, for the story.
Friday I had been having some light cramping. Saturday it was a little more intense and a little more consistent. I’ve been checking my blood sugars six times a day. Before meals and an hour afterward. My numbers started to get higher, 198. I’m not supposed to go above 140.
Tayla and I went to my mother in laws just to hang out and chat. On the way home, I just had this nagging feeling that I should go in. It’s 8:00 pm. On a Saturday night. Urgent Care is closed and I’m sure the ER is filling up with drunks.
“I’ll be fine,” I told myself.
For whatever reason, I pulled into the parking lot of the Burnsville ER.
At check-in, there is a sheet of paper for you to fill out the reason you want to be seen. I wasn’t sure I actually NEEDED to be seen, maybe I just wanted a nurse to tell me it was ok. Of course, they won’t do that without you being seen.
Sigh. Better to err on the side of caution, right?
The nurse reads my card “pregnant with cramping and high blood sugar”.
“How far along?” She asks
“8 weeks” I replied.
She notices Tayla. Her eyes get a little wider and her head shifts from me to her and back to me.
“You?” she asked nervously.
I was so stunned for a minute like we’re both so far out of the age range for optimal pregnancy that for either one of us it would be a “tragedy”. Que eye roll.
She takes me back to triage right away and a room shortly thereafter.
“The doctor will be in shortly,” she says.
Needless to say, the wait is longer than short.
Finally, she comes in, apologizing and telling me she “forgot” about me.
Lie to me woman! Tell me you were holding a patient as he died or attending to someone who came in via ambulance with several Chinese throwing stars sticking out of their chest? Then maybe I’d be ok with it and let it go… who am I kidding? I let it slide anyway.
So, right to the fun stuff. Urine sample. Blood draw. Ultrasound.
It didn’t actually take all that long and The Hunger Games was on. So we watched the second half of that and the first half of Catching Fire.
When it came time for the ultrasound, I have to admit, I was excited. Baby’s heart starts to beat around 6 weeks and you can see and hear it around 8 weeks.
She moved the sensor thing across my belly and dug in. She moved it around, stopping occasionally, hitting buttons on the computer to take pictures and then decided it was too early to see anything using the wand thing. She needed to use the probe thing. Ugh.
I thought there was pressure before! Holy shit. Ow! It actually hurt. Then she added towels under my butt which made it soooo much better…. right.
Then she decided, no, the first view with the regular wand was better. Grrr.
“Do you see it?” I asked.
“I see something but it’s not an 8-week fetus. We’d see a heartbeat, arms and legs… I’m not seeing that.”
I stifled the urge to say “well maybe you just suck at your job”.
It turns out, there were two “sacs”. NOT TWINS. One in the womb and one near an ovary. It’s more of a cystic type thing. She couldn’t determine which sac was the pregnancy so she couldn’t rule out that the egg may have implanted somewhere other than the uterus.
I have to believe though, that if there are two sacs and ONE is in the right spot… that’s baby.
On top of that, the initial doctor I talked to on Friday was wrong about the conception date and I’m only 4 weeks, 6 days. The ultrasound and the Hcg hormone level support this.
Since my blood pressure was ok and my sugars (by that point) were within normal range, they suggested I follow up with my primary care provider for further blood testing until my numbers reach 2,000. Currently, they are 563 and double every two days. At the 2,000 mark, they want to do another ultrasound.
Oddly enough, my cramps went away without any treatment and I started to wonder if it was psychosomatic and needing to overcome my doubt that this pregnancy is actually even happening.
So, my plan of trying not to worry so much didn’t really pan out… But, I’m not as freaked out and the cramps are still gone (and there has been zero bleeding), so I guess I’ll follow the ER doc’s suggestion, call my doctor in the morning and go from there.
I do feel a certain peace though. Everything is fine, it’ll all work out. That’s probably thanks to all the praying I’ve been doing and the prayers I know other’s have been saying for us.