Hubby and I had always wanted to have kids right away. So when we got married in April 2017 and got pregnant in May, you can imagine how excited we were. However, our excitement was short lived as it turned out to be a chemical pregnancy ( a very early miscarriage that occurs before the 5th week of gestation)
In August the same year, I got pregnant again and again, I was so excited. I was happy to get pregnant that soon after the chemical pregnancy. I started antenatal right away as I wanted to be sure everything was fine. My first scan showed no foetus but a thickened uterus which got me very worried. My doctor requested for an HCG test to monitor the progress of the foetus.
My first test detected some amount of HCG but the second test showed only a small increase in the numbers (the level should double every 72 hrs in early pregnancy). At this point, my fear had skyrocketed to the point where I was almost sure I would have a miscarriage. He requested for a third one which I did and was waiting to present to him on Monday. I woke up the Saturday before that Monday with some slight period cramps which I thought was normal ( I forgot to add, I was having those period cramps all this while so my doctor had prescribed some injections I had taken already). The pain got a bit intense during the day so I decided to go to the hospital. I met a different doctor who requested for a trans-vaginal scan because he couldn’t detect any growing foetus or a heartbeat on the abdominal scan. Unfortunately, they had closed for the day so the scan was scheduled for Monday. I was praying and hoping everything was fine but I just couldn’t erase this fear I had in me that I will miscarry. The next day which was Sunday, I couldn’t go to church because the pain was on and off and I started having some dark brown discharge. I managed to sleep through it till Monday when I got to see the doctor.
On Monday, I had the scan which revealed that I was 5 weeks ,6 days pregnant even though I was supposed to be in my 12th week! This means, the baby stopped growing weeks ago. Strangely, at this point, I was praying for a miracle and hoping I wasn’t miscarrying and that my baby would be fine. Unfortunately , I didn’t get that. The doctor advised I’m given pills to expel the blood if my body doesn’t do that naturally. There and then, I decided to let my body expel it. Hubby and I decided to seek a second opinion but sadly, it was the same.
We went back home and that is when it started to hit me that, yes, I was really having a miscarriage. It was a very sad and difficult day for me. My MIL came over the following day and took me to a different hospital. The doctor there told me it was better they perform a D&C to get everything out. I refused it because I was afraid my uterus would be affected and I preferred to expel naturally. It took a lot of persuasion until I finally agreed and oh boy! It was so painful! No local anaesthesia was administered. Thankfully, it was over within a few minutes. I couldn’t even mourn my loss as I had wanted because I felt guilty for expecting it to happen.
Fast forward three months after the the D&C, I found out I was pregnant again but guess what? I had the same period pain I had previously which got me very scared. In my 12th week, I woke up in the morning to pee and I saw some brownish discharge. Hubby saw it as he was in the bathroom too. I went straight to bed to cry because I was scared I was going to lose this one too; silly me. Hubby asked that we go to the hospital immediately but I refused. He had to call his mum and mine before I finally agreed to go. I went to the hospital with my MIL and I had to go for yet another scan. Those few minutes I spent waiting to go in for the scan felt like eternity. My heart was beating very fast as I though I’d lost this one too. Fortunately, the scan showed baby was actually fine with a strong heartbeat and I was so relieved! I was given some suppositories for the next two weeks. I went on to have a smooth pregnancy journey with no morning sickness whatsoever and delivered my baby girl safely.
I must say, I had this constant fear within me till the day I delivered because of previous experiences but I always prayed to God to help me overcome that. Imagine my shock when I found out I was pregnant again when my first baby was just 8months! I remember calling my mum on the phone crying so much she even thought something had happened to me. I was worried I would be sacked from work considering the fact that I had resumed from maternity leave not long ago and I had to close early since my baby wasn’t a year old. I also had no idea how I was going to manage two under two. I decided to quit worrying but rather thank God and be grateful to him regardless. I delivered safely to my second baby (a boy) a month ago and I never forget to say thank you to God for such blessings and giving me a testimony to share. This is the first time sharing my story.
I’m sharing this to encourage others that there’s still light at the end of the tunnel and I pray God blesses everyone looking for the fruit of the womb.