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Hello, I'm Nicole! 

Wife.  Mom to a rainbow named Anderson and an aussiedoodle named Gibbs.  Registered Nurse.  Entrepreneur.  Infertility and miscarriage survivor.

My Journey

My Journey

Blog post originally written for MamaSoup The Blog

 

This is my journey.  

Here’s a brief synopsis of our trying to conceive journey for our first pregnancy: 

November 2016—First cycle trying to conceive

December 2016—No period, not pregnant

January 2017—No period, not pregnant

February 2017—No period, not pregnant, panic and make fertility appointment

March 9, 2017—First appointment with ‘fertility specializing’ OB/GYN

March 25, 2017—First round of Letrozole/Ovidrel cycle

April 18, May 5, May 29, June 27—Letrozole/Ovidrel cycles begin  

July 17, 2017—Positive First Response Early Response!! 

August 9, 2017—Heartbeat seen

August 23, 2017—“Your baby stopped growing 2.5 weeks ago”

My miscarriage started as just some spotting and cramping.  Three days later I went to that dreaded ultrasound.  I made my husband leave work early to meet me there.  The silence in the room felt like an eternity.  I saw the screen, I knew what 8 week, 6 day ultrasounds looked like—my screen did not look like that.  After what felt like half an hour (likely one minute), my doctor said “Nicole, I’m so sorry”. I took the option of misoprostol to decrease my risk of uterine infection.  

No one prepares you for the aftermath—there is no way to mentally prepare.  My parents came over, we ordered East Side Mario’s for dinner…I don’t remember if I ate any of it.  The pain started when they left.  I was one of the unfortunate ones who felt full blown labour with the medication…I had 8 hours of contractions, 2 minutes apart, one minute long each. The pain was unbearable and all I had were some Tylenol #1’s that my mom bought me from the drug store.  The embryo passed whole, it had distinguishable fingers and legs.  We both took a week off of work and spent time at my in-law’s house up North.   

I didn’t realize until I started openly talking about my miscarriage just how many other women had gone through the same thing: friends, clients, teachers, strangers, online acquaintances.  

We were advised to start trying again right away and started a medicated cycle as soon as my HCG levels returned to 0.  The first cycle was so hard for me.  If I’m telling the truth, so were the next 3.  I was so desperate to conceive again…I tried everything I could: fertility medications, fertility tea, acupuncture, reiki, Preseed, prayer, and meditation.      

4 cycles later and we found out we were pregnant again on December 3, 2017.  I was so happy that first day.  Then the fear started.  Everyday the anxiety got worse.  Everyday I was getting more and more attached to this rainbow baby of ours. What IF I started bleeding? What IF, at our next ultrasound, we’re told our baby stopped growing the week prior? What IF this happens a second time and we never get our rainbow? I told a few close friends, family, and some clients in the early days…in response to the congratulations, I could never genuinely say “thank you”—what if I jinxed something? The night before each ultrasound I would spend wide-awake crying in bed.  My husband reassured me it would be okay. And it was.  

The twelve-week milestone made me feel like a hero.  I was so happy to get our baby beyond the point of doom.  The twelve-week mark also came with being asked multiple times “Is this your first pregnancy?” Yes…well, no.  Along with the awkward explanation that no one is ever expecting.    

The anxiety started again around 20 weeks.  The fear of pre-term labour before the ‘limit of viability’ sunk in. We had purchased our car seat, stroller, crib, baby clothes, etc. What IF one day I had to come home to all of these things with an empty uterus? Every kick (luckily I started feeling these rather early for a plus-size pregnancy) was a reassurance to my worried soul.  

One of my biggest fears was living through our original due date from our first pregnancy…however, the day came and went and I didn’t even think of it! I think I avoided looking at my calendar for the last week of March, but I got through it! 

At six months pregnant with my rainbow, I am confident we will be bringing this baby boy home.  Being pregnant with a rainbow is one of the most bittersweet experiences I have ever been through.  Although my first baby is gone, I have so much love and gratefulness for this miracle growing in my tummy! 

It is so important to remember that all of the feelings you may be growing through when expecting a rainbow baby are normal.  It is normal to feel happy, sad, excited, and terrified all at the same time. It is strange to be both grieving and celebrating simultaneously, but it is a special kind of experience that only us rainbow moms get to live through.  

Find support wherever you can.  You would be surprised at the amount of women around you who are currently going through the same thing or have already been through it in the past.

Most importantly, remember each pregnancy is different.  It is not fair to compare your rainbow pregnancy to every minor detail that happened in your angel baby’s pregnancy.  

xo

One Year

One Year