Which feels funny to say, because pregnancy in general is weird. My first kid was really a very easy pregnancy. Sure there were things that sucked (like getting really sick and not being able to take meds, awful heartburn, migraines, etc.), and people seem surprised when I still insist it was an “easy” pregnancy. There were no complications, Finn was healthy throughout, and I didn’t have any of what I consider the truly terrible ailments.
This pregnancy is being so different. The symptoms are different, which I knew to expect and yet was surprised. But the subchorionic hematoma means that things I could take for granted with Finn, I can’t do this time. The constant nausea has sucked, and yet it’s been reassuring because it means there’s still a little baby in there, especially after I’ve been bleeding. The migraines have been way more frequent and worse, maybe because of hormones or maybe because we’ve had such fluctuating weather here in the last couple months. I’ve developed really weird aversions to things that are either not easy or sad to avoid (the smell of coffee or sesame oil are NAUSEATING; looking at my dolls or doll things is NAUSEATING which eliminates most of my recent hobbies…) The bleeding and constant cramping for the first ten weeks was exactly the thing to make me anxious, and it’s one of those instances where knowing what is causing those symptoms (in this case the SCH), isn’t much of a relief, because there’s no way to fully understand what the danger is, and there’s nothing to be done.
Between my second and third fancy ultrasounds to look at the SCH, it grew from moderate to large. The fantastic news is that it’s not behind the placenta, but rather on top of my uterus while the placenta is front and center from what could be seen. The fact that it’s grown could be mean it’s growing or could mean the clot is breaking up. The size could be a non-issue and I have a full-term healthy baby, or it could lead to miscarriage or too-early delivery. Worse, the baby is healthy and happy looking in there. Every ultrasound, the baby is bouncing and wiggling around, waving those little arms and legs, making it difficult for the ultrasound techs to get a good look.
The complications are a reminder that there is still so much beyond our control and that sometimes all you can do is wait. We’re going to see a specialist in high risk pregnancies next week who will likely tell us the same thing: you just have to wait and see. What I’m wanting is not a guarantee because I know there isn’t one. I know often there aren’t answers when we want them most in medicine, and that there’s power in believing the best will happen, and also power in really thinking through all the possible outcomes so that you won’t be blindsided. Sometimes the lump is nothing and sometimes it’s breast cancer but sometimes it’s at least early stage and they get it all. Sometimes the arm tingling is a heart attack but sometimes it’s a brain tumor but sometimes you life expectancy doesn’t apply and you live beyond it. I am well aware there are no easy answers, really ever, and that even without a SCH, there are no guarantees in pregnancy. Even with Finn, something could have gone wrong, inside or out.
But knowing there’s this thing lurking over our shoulders that could very well end an otherwise healthy pregnancy makes it hard to get too excited. This is the last week of the first trimester and it still doesn’t feel like we can actually prepare for a new baby this fall. We haven’t told people, only a handful of close people, and I hide it at work. I don’t want to have to hide it at work. And if something went wrong, I don’t think I’d necessarily want to hide that we’d lost the baby. It’s more protection for ourselves, I think, and not letting it become too big a reality in our lives… just in case. It’s hard enough to see the ultrasounds and remind ourselves that there are no guarantees. Sharing our first pregnancy with the larger group also felt like we were revealing something private, but this time it feels even more vulnerable, like we’d be sharing the first part of what could be a painful time for us.
There are things I’m of course very nervous about, having a second child. Finn has mostly been a wonderfully easy child, which may be setting us up for a real difficult addition. Or Finn may be just about to hit a difficult time and we’re adding a newborn to the mix. No longer will we outnumber the children in our home, and while the good days will be even better, the bad days will be worse. But leading up to us getting pregnant, it had felt more and more like we were waiting for the next addition; the absence of child two felt more pronounced, more like an actual vacancy than just a theoretical “oh yes, someday we’ll expand.” I’m not foolish enough not to know things will be harder but the fact is I don’t really care. I’m nervous about the adjustment, but I’m not scared. Plenty of terrible things are a lot of work, but even the worst things we’ve gone to with Finn have been so totally worth it and I don’t doubt (and sure hope!) we’ll continue to feel the same. I’m certainly not a mom who would say it’s all sunshine and roses, but for me, it really has been wonderful, and I’m so excited to fill in that vacancy with the next member of our household.
But, well, I can’t hide it much longer. I guess people just think I am suddenly getting very large, or that I’m hiding it well with billowy shirts, but this time around my body was ready to poof out. Instant tum. My jeans stopped fitting basically the week we realized I was pregnant. First pregnancy I wanted so badly to show and didn’t really until like 22 weeks, and this time around it was like 9 weeks, this time when I’m trying to hide it, which feels so wrong for this little baby. It feels like there’s security in being known, even though that’s not true.
Anyway, tomorrow is the last day of my twenties and I wanted to focus on something positive. This pregnancy has the scary stuff, but the positive part is that otherwise the baby is healthy and I’m really excited to someday tell this little one what a bug they were while I was pregnant with them, making me worry like this.