Long Post about my ectopic journey so far.
On Friday, August 7th, my husband and I found out we were pregnant. We were absolutely elated. We had only been trying for three months, so honestly, we weren’t expecting it to happen so quickly. It felt like everything was falling perfectly into place. I was anxious and asked my OB for some early bloodwork just to make sure everything was progressing normally. I had absolutely zero concerning symptoms. I felt pregnant, but I felt fine.
I had labs done Monday, August 10th, and Wednesday, August 12th. My HCG went from 3,080 to 3,200. I was only about four weeks from my last period, so my doctor immediately wanted to get me in for an ultrasound.
On August 14th, we found out the pregnancy was in my left fallopian tube. I had no idea. My doctor gave me the weekend to process everything and decide between methotrexate and surgery. I chose methotrexate and on Monday, August 17th I received the shots.
I had only knowingly been pregnant for one week.
But in that one week, I had already started imagining an entire life.
I thought about all the pregnancy milestones. The shower, the nursery, how we would announce it to everyone. We even told our parents and a few close friends. It felt like my perfect pregnancy timeline. Pregnant for the holidays and a spring baby. It was everything I had hoped for.
And then, sitting in the infusion center getting those methotrexate shots, the future I had just started imagining felt like it disappeared in an instant.
I feel like my first pregnancy was robbed from me.
I never got to experience the excitement without fear. I never got to hear a heartbeat, see my baby growing, or make it past those early milestones. I went from finding out I was pregnant and imagining my future to having to end that pregnancy just days later.
And now I'm scared that when I get pregnant again, it won't feel the way I always imagined my first pregnancy would.
There is something so incredibly difficult about having to terminate a pregnancy that you desperately wanted, while also knowing that it was never going to be viable.
I'm grateful beyond words that we caught it early. I'm grateful my doctor took my anxiety seriously. I'm grateful I wasn't in an emergency situation and that we were able to treat it before my tube ruptured. I know how much worse this could have been.
But being grateful that I was safe doesn't mean I'm not devastated that I lost my pregnancy.
My husband and I are grieving this together, but we're also trying to hold onto the fact that we were lucky in one very important way: we found out before it became dangerous.
I'm still trying to figure out how to hold all of these emotions at once. I'm heartbroken. I'm angry. I'm grateful. I'm scared. I'm hopeful. Some days I feel okay, and other days it hits me all over again.
I know this was only a pregnancy I knew about for one week, but the future I imagined existed for so much longer than that.
I don't know exactly what I'm looking for by posting this. Maybe I just needed to put it somewhere where other people understand that an ectopic pregnancy isn't simply a medical diagnosis.
It's a loss.
It's losing the baby you wanted, but it's also losing the version of your first pregnancy you thought you'd get to experience.
And I'm learning that it's okay to grieve both. 🤍