So, to follow on from my last post, the second beta came back with an equally crazy high number.
At 13dp5dt – 18 DPO – my hCG levels were 4110 IU/L!
Actual madness!
That can’t only be twins, can it? Because what?! I’m certain one or both embryos have split because how are my levels that high?!
Anyway, I know how many I’m carrying, because I’ve seen them! Yes, them – plural!
Hehe.
So, the pregnancy is progressing and I’m moving along the weeks. Then at five weeks, the nausea hits me. A whole two weeks earlier than with Oyster. But it’s ok, I’m alive, I’m coping. But it gets worse and worse and worse. Then at 5+4, it’s unbearable. I’m vomiting. And then I’m bleeding from my vagina and worry sets in.
Telis and I are panicking, thinking the worst. What if we’ve lost one baby or more?
We call my GP and manage to get a referral and an appointment at the Early Pregnancy Unit for Monday (this is all happening on Thursday) but that’s too far away, so I call the doctor’s office where I booked in my scan for this coming Wednesday and they don’t have any other sooner appointments!
So, I made an appointment at a ultrasound clinic last minute and within the hour, we were out of the house making our way there. We just couldn’t wait. I’m bleeding whilst it seems like my nausea has disappeared (spoiler – it hadn’t) and we’re really imagining the worst.
The scan was a relief to say the least. There they were. My two perfect embryos with heartbeats flickering away. One measuring ahead and the other measuring exact.
The bleeding has persisted but they’re there. Phew!
Then Thursday evening, I felt worse. The nausea that seemingly disappeared came back with a vengeance and then some. And I’m throwing up and I’m not coping and I feel terrible and I want my mother!
I call my mother, I tell her I’m pregnant with twins and I’m throwing up. And she’s rejoicing and it’s all smiles and laughter and prayer and madness. But I’m dying! Like, just come and save me or something.
I’m not doing well. Friday comes around and I’m terribly unwell, throwing up and I’m just done! And then, red blood!
Telis calls the hyperemesis gravidarum clinic and they tell him to take me to A&E. So, off to A&E we go. I’m seen to pretty quickly, with cannula in my arm and fluids being pushed in, then I’m hooked up to a drip and I feel human again. Oh my goodness, I’m alive. We’re there for a few hours while I’m on the drip, then I’m seen to by the gynae, who looks over my vagina. She says my cervix is closed, which is good news, then I’m prescribed anti-nausea meds. And then off home we go.
My parents are there waiting for me and my mum is so overwhelmed with her joy, all she can talk about is pregnancy and twins and everything that I don’t want to hear just yet. I tell her not to get too ahead of herself, we still have a long way to go, but she can’t help herself.
She’s praying and telling me to pray, as if I’m going to do that. If I pray, something will go wrong. She keeps going on about how God did this, but did he?
Telis left for CapitalCity straight after we got home as he has a wine course and wine exam this weekend, so it’s just me and my parents. They left today evening.
Today, I’ve felt ok. I’ve had my moments but I’ve mostly felt fine and I haven’t taken any of the anti-nausea meds. I just want to reduce how often I take them. If I can bear it, then I’ll hold off from the meds, but if it gets really bad, then I will take them.
But yeah, twins. I had a lovely Fridarian sonographer. She was great and I was able to capture a video of my babies. They’re doing so well, despite everything going on with me. I want them to live, but we have such a long way to go, but at least we’ve reached another milestone. We’ve seen viable embryos. Now to just survive the first trimester. So, please babies, survive.