May 1999
“There is no heartbeat. It looks as though IT stopped developing two weeks ago. We will give you something for the pain, induce labour and perform a D&C.”
I sat there, on my tiny emergency room bed, stone faced, one tear slowly rolling down my cheek.
“Do you have any questions?”
I shake my head no. My boyfriend returns to the room. We hug.
The pain was excruciating and the morphine did nothing.
“We are a teaching hospital.” The doctor tells me, and proceeds to check how far dilated I am before they bring me to the OR. He then turns to his 4 interns, “Your turn.” Pointing to me. Not only am I in horrible pain, and broken hearted, but now I have to let each of these interns check me internally too, how devastated I was.
One week later, I booked a flight to Vancouver, and left for 3 months.
The relationship did not last.
Dec 2002
Marty and I meet and fall in love.
Aug 2006
“I am so sorry, your HCG levels are decreasing and there is no heart beat.” You should pass it on your own, if not, come back and see me and we will book another D&C for you.
One week passes.
“We’ll have to book you a D&C.”
Marty, comes with me and stays by my side. We are both heart broken and turn to each other for comfort. The morphine is really doing nothing, so I asked the doctor for another dose. The nurse interjects “she has already had…” the doctor interrupts her, “Give her another; really, isn’t she going through enough.” I over hear her say to the nurse. A few minutes later the nurse returns with another shot…I still feel the horrible pain.
Feb 2007
“I think something is wrong!” I say to my doctor, “I am very worried!”
“Your HCG levels are so high, there is no way there is something wrong. You have an ultrasound booked for next week, take it easy and try to relax; everything is going to be fine.”
Ultrasound Visit
“I think there is something wrong with this machine. Let’s go and try another one.”
I sit up, close my gown and follow the ultrasound tech into another room.
“I think we are just having some bad luck with these machines today, let’s try one more.”
I sit up, once again, close my gown with both hands, and follow this lady into another room, only this time; I already know and start to cry.
She sits there quietly, clicking away and does not say a word. I cry.
“I am sorry Christine.” my doctor says.
“You said I had nothing to worry about this time, my HCG numbers were so high and…”
“You were carrying twins, that is why your levels were so high, but they could not find any heart beat on either one, I am so sorry. Let’s send you for some tests so we can figure this out.”
“I’m so tired, but I can’t sleep
Standing on the edge of something, much to deep
It’s funny how we feel so much, and cannot say a word
We are screaming inside but can’t be heard.”
Sarah Mclachlan
Weeks later
“We didn’t find anything wrong with either of you. Just keep trying.”
Feb 2008
“Just as we suspected, your levels are not increasing, I am sorry.” Give it a few weeks, if nothing happens we will perform another D&C.”
Two weeks pass.
“Let’s book that for you, you have not passed everything, so we will have to help you out.”
One more time, sitting alone, waiting for them to take out the only thing I have left inside of me. Yes I know it’s not a baby, yes I know keeping it inside of me will make me sick, but it was going to be my future, my life, and you’re taking it away from me again.
Each miscarriage was so painful, each one killed a part of me that I will never get back. They changed me, broke me, made me stronger.
The “support” I received from family and friends was difficult to swallow.
“Lightening doesn’t strike twice.”
“It was meant to be.”
“At least it’s fun trying again.”
The one the hurt the most…from a former friend,
“Suck it up, there are other people in the world that have it worse then you.”
Are you kidding me, that is what you freaks call “support.”
I felt so alone. I cried all the time. I did not go into work, I did not want to leave the house. I read all the books I could find about miscarriage.
The doctors called it “post pardon depression”, they really did not know what to call it.
Marty and I struggled. I asked him to move out, I could not deal with any of this anymore. He moved out that March. We both cried. I was broken hearted, but I needed to fix me in order to help us through this.
I found a psychologist, she helped me grieve and I started to feel human again.
July 2008
Sitting in the emergency room, once again, waiting to hear from the on-call doctor. He enters through the curtain. I can already tell by the look on his face.
“I am so sorry, we could not find a heartbeat.” How many losses have you had?”
“Five”, I choke out, with tears filling my eyes.
Let’s get you in to our ABC clinic here at South Lake and we will figure this out.
Aug 2008
“My name is Dr. Watt. We will figure this out Ms. Mannello. When did you have your last testing done?”
“We will have to repeat all of those and try some new ones.”
“I don’t care, I will do anything.” I say to him, holding on tightly to Marty’s hand.
“We will book you another ultrasound to make sure everything is expelled before we start the tests again.”
Sept 11, 2008
“How are you?”
“I have been better.” I respond to the ultrasound tech’s question.
I sit still waiting for her to finish. She continues with the small talk.
“I will have to do an internal ultrasound. Have you ever had one before?”
“Yes, I have had quite a few. This is my 5th miscarriage.”
“I am so sorry.” I look at her, and smile politely.
She continues to make small talk, but I am really not paying much attention, I only want to go home and curl up in my bed.
She is finished. “Go and put your clothes back on and wait for me to call you.”
I walk back to the tiny change room, put my clothes back on and wait.
It’s been almost 20 minutes now, and I am starting to think that she forgot me there.
She finally returns.
“Christine, Dr. Watt is on the phone for you.”
My heart drops. They finally figured out why I keep miscarrying, I think to myself. My head falls to my chest and begin to cry as I follow her to the phone.
“Hello.”
“Hello, is this Christine?”
“Yes.” “Christine Mannello?”
“Yes.” I repeat to Dr. Watt.
“Christine, you are pregnant.”
I burst into tears. “What?!?”
“You are five and a half weeks along and she hears a strong heart beat.”
“Really?!?” I turn to the ultrasound tech, “Really?” I ask her, while listening to the doctor on the phone. I was balling, happy tears.
“It has only been 7 weeks and it was only one time...” “Christine, it only takes one try.”
“I, I.. Know.” I reply choking on my tears.
“Pass by my office on your way home and we will get you on progesterone and blood thinners ASAP. Can you pass by the office Christine?”
Yes, of course, see you soon.” I hung up the phone, hugged the ultrasound tech and asked her again. She said “Yes, I heard and saw a heartbeat.”
“Could I have a picture?” I ask.
“Normally, we are not allowed to this early, but I will make an exception for you.”
Eyes puffy, holding this tiny paper in my hand, I walk into the waiting room, now noisy and full because I was in there for over an hour. I look straight to my mom who was waiting for me wondering while all these other ladies were going in and coming back out before me. My eyes are puffy and full of tears. My mom stands, there is a sudden quietness in the packed waiting room, and all eyes are on me.
I run to my mom, and hug her tightly as a whisper in her ear, “I’m pregnant”
She holds me tighter. “Really?” she asks. I say “Really.”
We both cry.
We speed over to see Dr. Watt and I am so nervous on the drive.
I spent the next 9 months on bed rest. Every time I went to the washroom, I looked for blood, anytime I felt uneasy, they let me go in to hear his heartbeat on the doppler. I was a paranoid freak for the entire pregnancy, but I did not care, as long I could carry him to term, I would have done anything. I went in to see my family doctor and Dr. Watt bi-weekly. The looks from the other pregnant ladies in Dr. Watt’s office were priceless. He does not see any patients until they are more then 26-28 weeks along, and here I was, 7, 9 11 weeks, along, and no tummy to by seen, sitting amongst these clearly pregnant women, but I had the biggest smile on my face.
AJ was born, 7lbs 6 oz., at 36 ½ weeks, in April 2009, the best day of my life.
I will never forget the babes I lost, the pain I endured, the hole in my heart that will never close, but I can say, I survived.
This was the hardest time in my life and I would like to thank everyone who stood by me.
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