These Things Shouldn’t be Happening

On March 22, I went in to the hospital to determine if my flu was simply kicking my rump or if my pregnancy-loss was causing health problems. (My insurance didn’t want a potential emergency like me going to a regular clinic…) The doctor assured me I wasn’t “septic” (what a word) and that I just had the major flu that is going around. They did my bloodwork -the second of two sets – to confirm my hormone levels were dropping – and they loaded me on meds to combat the flu.

Lo and behold, my symptoms returned. I’ll spare you the details, but I knew what the symptoms were. Most likely my body just hadn’t figured out that I wasn’t going to be carrying a baby – that there wasn’t a baby in there at all. Then the nice nurse from the hospital called – my levels were rising.

Hubby tried to do the math. The chances of my pregnancy being successful – after losing symptoms, no embryo, no heartbeat or bloodflow and on and on… about one in a million or billion. We both figured my body just hadn’t been as well informed as us. We both wanted the solid no from the ultrasound so that we could move on. What else could happen right?