To say that I am lost right now would be a huge understatement. We just got back from our 6 week ultrasound. I’ve been incredibly sick all week and the nurses were concerned from the start because I had trouble staying in the room because I kept getting sick. Then, drawing blood was almost impossible because I am so dehydrated. By the time they took my blood pressure and heart rate, the doctor was already writing me a prescription for medication that will help me keep food and fluids down and that will also help me sleep. My blood pressure is a little high, my heart rate is off the charts. I’ve known all week that I wasn’t doing so great, but I just took comfort in the fact that I was so sick because I was housing two little babies…and that’s a lot of change to adjust to.
But then they did the ultrasound…and there was only one heartbeat. It’s a strong heartbeat, especially given that we are only 6 weeks and 1 day pregnant. But it’s one heartbeat. The other gestational sac that we saw last week (which was actually the bigger one last week… and the one they found first) has gotten a little smaller since last week and there is no visible yolk sac in it, much less an embryo. The nurse doing the scan was really sweet. She said “Twins are fickle little things. If we don’t see a heartbeat next week then we’ll know for sure that it decided not to stick around. But don’t worry. Your body will just reabsorb it and your cute-as-a-button baby with the healthy heartbeat will do just fine. Sometimes these things just happen.” The nurse also said that it isn’t guaranteed that the second baby won’t show up next week. She said that sometimes with twins one will just be tucked up in a spot that is tough to see until the 7th week. But she won’t be shocked if the sac is gone or almost gone next week. If she had to bet one way or the other, she would bet that we have one baby.
I held it together and smiled until she was out of the room and then I lost it. I started sobbing. I was angry with The Prince because he wasn’t upset at all about losing one…he was just so excited to see the heartbeat on the one that’s doing well. So, needing to lash out, I said “You seem a little too relieved. I guess you don’t have to worry about daycare costs now.” He insisted that he just isn’t going to get upset or get his hopes up about the twin because he thinks it is too early to know anything. He said he’ll deal with it next week. I explained that I’ve already researched the “vanishing twin” phenomenon for hours and, I can assure him, that things don’t look good. (When I got home, I compared this week’s pictures with last week’s…the twin is definitely gone. The sac has collapsed to about half the size that it was last week and the edges aren’t defined anymore like they were last week.) He feels like we should be happy with one. It is what we set out to have and we have one very healthy baby to be thankful for. Plus, he said he’s been worried since last week that my body won’t be able to handle twins. I have a lot of health issues and have had three uterine suspensions because my uterus keeps falling and getting stuck to my pelvic floor by adhesions…without the weight of babies in it. He thinks that maybe this is nature’s way of taking care of what would end up being a dangerous situation for me and the babies later on.
I hear him, but I can’t process what he is saying. All I can think is that I should be so happy and feeling so blessed to have one healthy baby…something I was beginning to doubt I was ever going to get…and instead I am crying and grieving a baby that we never even really saw. I feel terrible that I wish I could go back to last week and not say anything about the possibility of twins…so that the nurse wouldn’t have moved the wand and I would never have known that there were ever two. I have always had a “better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all” kind of girl. But I’m not so sure in this situation. If I had never known, I would just be over the moon thrilled right now, instead of bawling.
My family is going to be here in a couple of hours and I don’t know how to stomach making my pregnancy announcement to them under these circumstances. They are going to expect me to be so insanely happy, after everything we’ve gone through to get pregnant. I don’t know if I can fake “insanely happy” right now. I don’t know if I can even try. And I’m pretty sure I shouldn’t have to fake it…I should just feel that way. How ungrateful am I that I am complaining about making a pregnancy announcement to my family? What the hell is wrong with me? Five months ago I would have given a limb to be in this position – one healthy little baby in my belly. But now…UGH! I don’t even know what to say. I’m sorry and I hope this post isn’t angering or upsetting anyone. I haven’t forgotten my IF struggle or what so many women are going through right now. I know in my head how lucky I am…I just can’t get my heart on board right now. It’s too busy being broken.
