June 6, 2010

The Diagnosis

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I started running again. 5, 6, then 7 miles at a time.

And I couldn't lose a pound.

"You just had a baby," people said.

My hair started falling out. I was exhausted.

"You just had a baby." they said.

Then I started throwing up.

I hadn't ever had a period after Thaddeus.

I was nursing.

And I was taking birth control pills.

And I just "had a baby," as everyone liked to remind me.

But I was pregnant... I KNEW I was.

Even if people didn't believe me.

I finally convinced my primary care doctor to do a blood test.

Because as it turns out, I was right.

I was pregnant.

I made an appointment with a new ob/gyn, and since I hadn't had a period, hoped we would be able to figure out just when I was due.

Turns out, I was much more pregnant than I thought.

At my very first appointment with my very new ob, he said.

"Whoa. You're REALLY pregnant. It's a girl!"

I was estimated to be about 17 weeks along.

And my baby was 7 months old.

You do the math....

My new doctor was very concerned about me. I was put on his "high-risk" list.

It was a nice list to be on. I got very personalized care and support, which made my second pregnancy a bit more tolerable. 

I made it to 25 weeks before I was put on full bed rest.

In the morning, DadGuy would get me set on the couch with diapers and wipes, and Thaddeus and I would lay there and watch TV for hours.

I developed an affinity for Bear in the Big Blue House, and had a small crush on Anthony Wiggle.

I had my first amniocentesis test at 32 weeks.

Amnio is not fun, especially when you're very pregnant. They could give you a small shot to numb the area before they used the big needle, but if the baby moved, they would have to give you another shot to numb another area before they used that big needle again.... it was much easier to just not have the extra numbing shots.

A nurse came in to hold my belly, while an ultrasound tech located a good pocket a fluid. Then my doctor slowly inserted a long thin needle into my belly, through the uterus. Then Blayne moved.

The needle was extracted and we started over again, but as soon as the needle was in a pocket of fluid, Blayne would flip around to see what was going on.

The third time this happened, my doctor kept the needle in my belly, and the nurses grabbed hold of Blayne through my belly, and tried to move her out of the way.

I still have the bruises on my stomach from that day.

At 34 and a half weeks, I was admitted to the hospital, and had amnio again. The test results showed that Blayne's lungs were developed enough to be born. 

Blayne was delivered on December 1, 2004. One day short of a year to the birth of my son.

My recovery with Blayne was a walk in the park compared to Tad.

I stopped bleeding after a month, and I actually lost a little bit of weight.

My ob/gyn set me up with an endocrinologist, who ran a lot of tests, and took a lot of scans.

I finally had a diagnosis.

Hashimoto's Disease.

Hashimoto's is an auto-immune disease. My immune system attacks my thyroid, which, as we know, regulates a LOT of the hormones in your body.

Now the wonderful thing about having Hashimotos AND being pregnant, is that I have so many hormones coursing through my system, that my immune system goes absolutely wild and instead of focusing on just my thyroid, it began an attack on my heart, and my kidneys.

I again was cautioned about the dangers of pregnancy, but despite our very best efforts, we got pregnant again.

Daniel was born 17 months after Blayne, and he was my only technically full term baby, delivered vaginally at 37 weeks.

But I knew that something was wrong after Danny was born.

I, the heavy, heavy bleeder, didn't. 

Three weeks after he was born, I had the heaviest period I've ever had in my life.

I bled for twenty three days straight.

Then it stopped for a week.

Then I bled for another three weeks.

It was my worst nightmare, a menstrual cycle flipped, instead of having a few days of bleeding every month, I only had a few days of not bleeding.

After a few months, the bleeding stopped, and the vomiting started.

I was pregnant. Again.

And nobody believed me.

24 comments:

  1. Man oh man. There are no words. This is serious stuff. I seriously can't imagine.

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  2. Oh.my.god. Caroline! My heart breaks for you. I've been through an amnio and can sympathize...but the rest? Poor honey, it was hard for me to read. I can't imagine how hard it was to go through.

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  3. Oh my goodness! You should get a medal of honor from the president for all you have gone through for your children! Bless you!

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  4. Caroline Anne Marie Elizabeth Lyn Bingham!!!!!

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  5. This might be a good place to discuss a little snip snip on the hubs. No?
    Babies DO need a mommy who's alive.
    Seriously, I know I'm a stranger and all, but I was also high risk and nearly DID die with one of my five before my hubby got scared into a little snipping procedure. Be careful.

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  6. Wow, I can't believe you went through all that. My pregnancy sounds like a walk in the park compared to yours. You are a great writer.

    http://breakfastatgigis.blogspot.com/

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  7. Wow! Did you share your story at CBC?
    Wow! Wow! Wow!

    I think you are wonderwoman.
    And I think it is simply marvelous that i know you.
    Can't wait to hear more!

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  9. Unreal. Your experiences really and truly make my jaw drop.

    Ah, Bear in the Big Blue House, I remember him well. I was sort of crushin' on Steve from Blue's Clues.

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  10. Oh my goodness girl!
    I love Bear in the big blue house. My brother and I learned the song at the end with the bear and the moon and would sing it to our kids. lol
    I am waiting for more.....

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  11. I barely believe you and you have PROOF.

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  12. Oh man!! That is really all I can think to say! Oh my!

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  13. I totally have proof. They are 3, 4, 5, and 6.

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  14. I love that you made up names for me Angie. srsly. puffy heart it... with sparkles.

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  15. I'm new to your blog, and I am loving it. Wish I could have met you at CBC. So sorry about your pregnancies. Mine are horrific too, but in different ways.
    Can't wait to read the rest of the story. :)

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  16. Crazy story! I can't wait to read more!

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  17. Oh mercy!
    You are truly amazing.
    Hang on to that knot at the end of your rope!

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  18. My goodness girl!!! How the heck!? You are one strong mama!

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  19. Caroline Anne Marie Elizabeth Lyn Bingham!! I love that lady. I love your babies too by the way.

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  20. Herself: we're good now. ;) this happened a few years ago. I'm just now at the place where I'm okay talking about it is all.

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  21. I agree with all of the comments. You are a trouper Miss Caroline!

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  22. I really can't imagine what you've been through. Glad you're better now. :)

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  23. Man. This series blew me away babe. SO glad you wrote this. xo

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  24. Crrrrrazy! That's all I can say now. Love you, girl!

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