Second Miscarriage Story

Jeremy and I decided to start TTC in Spring of 2013. Thinking of all the abortions from unwanted pregnancies I did not think it would take very long to conceive. I jumped into the process with two feet as if I was already pregnant. I just knew that we'd have a baby before next spring that I thought it would be best to start yardsaling and collect things in an inexpensive way, since babies need so much.  I started reading anything I could get my hands on about pregnancy, babies, etc. I learned some things in nursing school but since I'm a nurse I know the importance of being an educated patient. Summer came and went and we had not yet conceived. So we started using creams and test predictor kits, anything to increase our chances. Then in September it happened!
The morning I tested it was first thing in the morning. Jeremy was getting ready for work, so I took it and went back to bed. I did not want to be disappointed once again. Jeremy came into the bedroom and hugged me. I asked him what was going on and he said "what do you think?" I was so shocked I couldn't believe it was true! Jeremy was so excited he didn't even want to go to work that day.
We felt like this was a gift from God because September was the month that we lost Baby #1 in 2011 after my grandfathers death. In fact I was able to give my dad the happy news on the anniversary of Grandpap's death which brightened what was a very sad day. We had planned not to tell anyone but we were so excited we couldn't help ourselves. We told our parents and siblings and a few close friends that already knew we were TTC. I called the Dr's office expecting to get in right away, but they told me they don't see anyone until they're 10weeks along. Looking back I should have told them about my previous miscarriage and fought to be seen sooner but hindsight is 20/20 as they say.
Things progressed and I started getting VERY VERY TIRED. It didn't help that the company I worked for was short on nurses and I was being overworked during the day and taking several nights of call per week. I called my supervisor and requested a change in my schedule. Jeremy had recently been promoted and I knew that after I had the baby I would want to work part time, so I started working with them to make the change.
On October 10th while caring for a patient I started bleeding. I finished what I needed to do and went to the airport to get to Jeremy. I called the Dr's office on the way. They advised that if I wasn't bleeding heavily to go on bed rest. If I started to bleed heavily I was to go to the emergency room since I wasn't an "established patient" with their practice.
So I called my boss to let them know what was going on and to let them know I wouldn't be taking call that night and may not be working the next day.  She prayed with me over the phone and told me to get the rest I needed. Friday morning I woke up to heavier bleeding and a clot. I just remember being so scared and not knowing what to do. Again the Dr's office told me to go to the emergency room as I wasn't an established patient, so we hopped in the car and on to the ER we went.
Once there they triaged me and got me back to a "room" (it was only a curtained area) fairly quickly. I had a FANTASTIC Dr her name was Laura Potter. She was so calm, reassuring, and sweet. She did an internal ultrasound and it showed that I was approximately 5-6 weeks along which matched my HcG blood levels. I was not far enough along for her to be able to see a heartbeat but as far as they could tell everything was ok.
We went home and some dear friends brought us dinner. After dinner I experienced labor type contractions several minutes apart. Jeremy wanted me to take some pain medicine we had in the house from his foot surgery but I didn't sent to take anything that could hurt the baby. The only thing I could take was Tylenol and we didn't have any so Jeremy hopped in the car and went to the store to get some for me. While he was gone I cried out to God over and over, sobbing, praying that He would not take our baby.
The next morning more bleeding and larger blood clots. I remember looking at Jeremy and telling him it was over. I knew in my heart the baby was gone. We saved some of the tissue and went back to the ER. I was triaged and told to wait. It was packed that day. Lots of people came in to be seen but there had to be half a dozen pregnant women or women with babies. Two with baby carries sat near us and I looked at Jeremy and said "boy satan really has my number today doesn't he." My pain kept escalating to the point that I was doubled over in pain. Jeremy went to talk to the triage nurse at the desk but she told us we had to wait our turn. Jeremy was not happy and it showed. He helped me to the restroom and while we were in there they called us. They put me on a stretcher in the hallway because they had no rooms and by that time I was crying hysterically from the pain. It was then that I had Jeremy call my parents so that my mom would come. There are just some times when you need your mommy. A room became available they started an IV and gave me pain medication. They did some blood work and took me for another ultrasound, and it was confirmed that the baby was gone.
We went home that night numb.  My mom flew in the next day and stayed with me for the week while I recovered physically.
Wednesday I went to the Dr for a follow up to make sure that my body had gotten rid of everything, if not I'd have to have surgery. The appointment was my previously scheduled 10 week first appointment. I never thought we would be going because of a miscarriage instead of to our first "baby checkup". The ER Dr had spoken to the Dr's office but somehow they missed the memo. After having my blood drawn I went to have the ultrasound thinking it was to make sure everything was gone. However the ultrasound technician kept saying things that made me think she thought I was there for my 10 week initial ultrasound. I couldn't get the words out so I had Jeremy tell her what was going on. She apologized profusely then did the ultrasound confirming everything was gone.
My mom stayed with us the rest of the week and she and I had some special time together. We had many wonderful supportive family and friends reach out to us and praying for us. They will never know how thankful I am for their love and support.