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On October 4, 2015 Melissa shared her story with us. A few days after Melissa's story was posted she received a note from Deanna. Here is what it said...
October 9, 2015
My name is Deanna. I was introduced to your blog by my fellow crossfiter, Carrie. My husband, Rich and I, work out with her and her husband, Dan, a couple times a week. We are currently going through quite an unexpected journey and Carrie, and I, thought it might be good for me to get in touch with you.
First and foremost, I'd sincerely like to thank you for sharing your story, your fight, your courage, and love. Your story was comforting, for lack of a better word. Until I was introduced to you, no one I spoke to was in the least bit familiar with what a partial molar pregnancy was.
Rich & I found out we were pregnant on July 2nd, 2015.
We were absolutely elated. We couldn't believe it because we had just gotten off the pill 2 months prior. It was going to be our 1st child. This was my first pregnancy ever, so I was scared but happy to embrace every moment, as we had decided on just 1 child early on in our relationship and I knew what a miracle it was to conceive. Our due date was noted as March 1st.
We saw the doctor when I was about 9 weeks. In the 8th week I had some brown spotting that carried on for about a week or so. But very light. Doctors said completely normal. Due to insurance issues, we opted out of our 1st ultrasound in hopes that we could just do the 1 to see heartbeat and sex of the baby. But, pelvic exam and blood work all looked good and we scheduled our 2nd appointment for August 31st. I carried on as pregnant. Was careful with all my workouts, my food intake, caffeine, expose to things, etc. I felt great, aside from the standard tired and occasionally feeling nauseated. But, I didn't mind it. My husband and I had baby hour every week so we could read about what was happening with my body and what was developing with our baby. We watched the baby center videos for weekly growth. We were just so excited.
Everyone at work new, as I'm a hot yoga instructor. And, most everyone at crossfit knew so I could scale down as necessary. We told super close friends and family. Doc told us wait to tell everyone until week 13. So we finally approach that week. I felt good, and we decided to announce to everyone. We were all so excited and celebrating.
In the very beginning of my 14th week I came home from teaching on night of August 28th. I had felt just fine throughout the day, just tired. My low back was bothering me, but I didn't think anything of it as I had worked all day long. After we finished dinner, I went to use the restroom and as I wiped I saw bright red blood. After talking to my sister, and still bleeding, half hour later we decided head to ER. I stopped bleeding completely shortly after getting there. After 6 hours, an ultrasound and pelvic exam. All we were told was cervix still closed, but I was only measuring 8 weeks & hcg levels were 9,000, so no way I could be 13-14. We went home with info on what to look for if I do miscarry and to follow up with doc on Monday. We already had appointment scheduled, so we decided just stay home and lay low. Saturday I had 0 spotting or bleeding. Sunday I bled for maybe 3 hours. No tissues. No clots. Just blood. So in my head, and my husbands, we thought might be ok. Come Monday morning, I had minimal brown spotting before doc. So off we went. The doc told us we were having a miscarriage. She said I was now measuring 6 weeks & hcg levels at 7,000. She said there were 3 empty sacks, but no fetus had ever developed. We were devastated. She said it was more than likely blighted ovum/missed miscarriage, and it would probably pass by end of that week. I cried for 2 days, I took off work and just sat on my couch. I couldn't believe it. And to make it even harder, absolutely nothing was happening. I had 0 bleeding after that doc appt, I had no cramping and no pain. By Thursday morning, my husband and I decided it was time to call and schedule D&C. I couldn't deal with it emotionally anymore. It was scheduled the following week on Wednesday, the day we would've been 15 weeks.
I never had been in hospital before, let alone had surgery. I was super mad at the world that this was my first one. I did what all woman probably do before this surgery, and asked that doctor that for sure there was no baby. She said yes. So I said let's go then, so I can try to move forward and heal. Surgery went well. We were sent home and off to heal.
2 weeks later we went for our follow up. We were looking forward to hearing that we could get back to normal work and workout routines and even more so to start trying in another month or so. Well, the universe had different plans. She told us the pathology report showed was partial molar pregnancy. She told us all about the possibility of cancer, etc. I couldn't believe my ears. Neither could my husband. We were so upset, again devastated, and now just scared to death. I've gone 3 weeks now to draw blood and check hcg levels. Every week has been horrible. Staring at all these women happily pregnant, whilst I sit there having to get blood to make sure my pregnancy is completely out of my system. And to top it off, the owner of the studio I work at got pregnant a couple weeks after I had. She hates being pregnant. And, I work with her every single week. I see her belly, that she hates, every week and it makes me sad. Several students still do not know what happened with me and so I'm asked every week what I'm having and how my pregnancy is. So then, I have to relive all over again. I'm so sad, and angry, then confused and scared.
Today is 1st day, we have a glimmer of good news. They said this week's blood work shows levels at 3 and I can wait 4 weeks to get it done again. While it's good news, I'm still very aware were not clear yet. With that, I know your story said levels started to go down and then shot back up suddenly. Do you mind if I ask what yours lowered to?
It is such a blessing to know of someone else that has gone through something similar and that I can reach out to. I have so many thoughts and feelings, and don't know who to share with or even what to say. I, again, sincerely have so much gratitude for the sharing of your story and being so open to help others.
Thank you so much for your time. I hope that this email finds you in great happiness and health.
With warmest wishes,