Happy Fourth of July! Today we are also celebrating Baby B’s half birthday, which brings me to another reason I am endeavoring to create the Multifacet Mom blog. My last pregnancy did not go as expected, however, the more I talk about it, the more people relate to my situation. I am hoping the mental work done while completing this writing practice not only hopes to pay tribute to our loss, reach a sort of catharsis within myself, inform people for the future, but also lets anyone in a similar situation know that they are not alone.
I always thought that I would have more than one child. For most of my adult life, I assumed this would be two, one girl and one boy. I always hoped it would be in that order because that was my experience and for some odd reason I thought that would make me more comfortable with the situation.
I know it is early in the blog, but for those of you that have not caught on…I’m what you call, a “bit “ of a planner. This is in the sense of, since before I had my previous child I had mapped out the best times to conceive and have my children my preferred age apart. I had thought through job options, length of pregnancy, possible disruptions for time to conceive (We never had issue with this one when our minds were set. Thank all that’s good that it was planned.), and what I believed were all the various issues we could come up against.
Like I mentioned, I always thought I’d have two children and I believed that the best possible time to conceive the second would be at our fifth anniversary trip to Sandals in Jamaica that we had planned for July 2020. Well, as any plans for 2020 went, ours… did not. I had also thought, “well as long as I have a long term position, we could still handle having a second child.” Did I? No. In the long run, did we still try? Absolutely! I knew I didn’t want to try after age 35 and because my husband had missed so much baby time with our first (due to work travel), I though, “OK, we will try once and if it is meant to be it will.” I can tell you, not to get into the nitty gritty, but we “tried” exactly once. I can tell you the exact location and position, that we tried exactly once…
So August 10, 2020, we took the test. Of course, it was positive! I was able to get a position with a local school to help with their distance learners for the year and we weren’t too concerned. This was our second round after all and I had had quite the bout with morning sickness then. I don’t know if my husband was prepared this time though.
I was sooo sick. Nothing sounded good. I would occasionally crave Arby’s French Dip sans swiss or Steak’n’Shake Cheese Fries, but I could eat hardly anything else and absolutely nothing spicy.
I made my first ultrasound appointment at the beginning of October. Unfortunately, my appointment with Dr. Butler, was rescheduled at the last minute. I had to call back and due to availability at my clinic, I was forced to switch providers. I really didn’t have a preference, since my previous provider had moved between children.
That Monday, I left work early, met my husband, and headed for the appointment. The COVID slowdown made it possible for hubby to attend all our baby engagements, which I though was something that he would appreciate being a part of. We went in and of course they ask if you had any issues. I really hadn’t, but I did mention to the ultrasound tech that I felt my “morning sickness,” or constant nausea, was worse this time.
Our tech took one look and said, “Oh, of course you are! Twins!” …
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