An update on our reality.
August 15, 2011

The bleeding has almost stopped now, so that I am able to wear panty-liners instead of pads made to soak up the ocean, and I can not only stand! upright! but do this novel thing called HOLDING A CONVERSATION while at it.  That’s right.  Watch out, World.  I’m bringing crazy back.

No, but really, my physical state today is night and day from what it was a few days ago and that has made a surprising difference in how I feel.

Also, this little sweetheart has really helped out a ton:


Child shown is thinking Very Deep Thoughts about going all Babyzilla on a tower of blocks.

THAT SAID, I might have an ectopic pregnancy.  Donald and I found ourselves in the emergency room twice over the past few days.  I am the sort of person who will go years without popping an ibuprofen and has exactly zero interest in visiting the doctor pretty much ever, so you can my dismay when I found out that every orifice in my body was about to be subjected to pokes and prods.  I thought it was the end of the world when I had to take antibiotics for mastitis.  I mean, ANTIBIOTICS!  HOW INVASIVE!  That’s my digestive system you’re fucking with!

Knowing that, it probably comes as no surprise that I have exhausted my entire lifetime quota of useless whining just complaining about the hospital.

At any rate, the results of the blood tests (and urine tests and trans-vaginal ultrasounds) (which is really just a fancy name for a stick with a condom on it that interns like to shove up your vagina and wave around as long as they possibly can, I swear) were not as conclusive as we would have liked so today my job is to call my obstetrician and ask him to poke me and prod me and draw a bit more of my precious blood and figure out whether or not I have a tubal pregnancy.  If I don’t, AWESOME, party at my place.  And if I do, then someone has to go into my fallopian tubes and forcibly remove my child from my body.

I’m sure you can imagine how thrilled I am about that prospect, but you know what?  When I was about to be discharged from the emergency room yesterday, a kid was brought in with an oxygen mask.  He was completely knocked out and there was just…an unbelievable amount of blood.  So do me a favor, will you?  If you’ve been praying for us, stop.  I love you for it and I appreciate it more than words could ever express and we’re grieving and we feel lost, but my family will be okay.  Pray for that boy and his family instead.  I think they need positive vibes more than we do right now.

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  1. By on August 15, 2011

    Sarah, Prayers for two families are no harder than prayers for one. I get what you mean about the child though. As sucky as dealing with cancer has been for my dad, he always says when he sees a child in the chemo suite, ‘At least I understand what is going on and I have already lived a long life”.

    Also, that trans-vaginal ultrasound is so much more comfortable than the old kind of ultrasound where you had to drink a half gallon of fluid and then they pressed that ultrasound dealy over your very full bladder. Over and over.

  2. By Sarah on August 15, 2011

    Amen Mitzi. We can pray for you both. And sorry about all the hospital stuff. That is one thing I was thankful about with my two miscarriages, they happened very naturally, with no doctor intervention. Hang in there. And you are right, Charlotte IS the best medicine.

  3. By Alicia S. on August 15, 2011

    Scarlett was just discharged recently from a long stay at a children’s hospital, where I watched her get healthier and stronger and closer to being discharged everyday because of the wonderful treatment she was receiving. One of our last days there I met a mom in the hospital playroom whose son was terminally ill and getting worse by the day. He was on his last leg, she said. But she showed so much genuine compassion for Scarlett, even with all she was carrying. We talked for an hour and I swear it was one of the most life changing conversations I’ve ever had in my life. We sat there watching Scarlett, who is close to a year old, crawl for one of the very first times in her life, and this woman celebrated with me like she’d known Scarlett all of her life. I don’t know if I could ever be that unselfish, but I will never look at someone else’s troubles, whether they are bigger or smaller than mine, the same way again.

    I’m big on praying everyday, but I’ve honestly never been good about doing it for other people. That is one thing I can safely say has been forever changed since that day.

  4. By on August 15, 2011

    Prayers for you all. Prayers are like love .... Limitless.

    Sendidng hugs xx

  5. By christa on August 15, 2011

    sorry to hear about this… i just had my second miscarriage in March.. definately not easy

  6. By kbreints on August 15, 2011

    I can say more then one prayer—how incredibly sweet of you to rocognize that things could be much worse-

  7. By on August 15, 2011

    Your frequently hilarious posts are awesome, but these very hard ones are so incredibly important.  There is no way of knowing how many people it helps in your being so open and not censoring your highs and lows.  Thank you!

  8. By Allison Brandt on August 15, 2011

    I had an ectopic pregnancy in May, I’m thinking of you and praying for the little boy.

  9. By Amber Morrisey on August 16, 2011

    I’m so terribly sorry for your loss. Many thoughts to you and your family.

  10. By cheapbabystoresonline on August 20, 2011

    , I’m thinking of you and praying for the little boy.


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