I found this Napro doctor not too far from me that was Catholic, seemed kind, smart, and really seemed to understand what we were going through. She had me tested for all kinds of stuff, and discovered my MTHFR and PCOS. She gave me hope of having a healthy baby, and with the supplements and stuff that she had me switch to, we're now getting pregnant with minimal effort. Step 1 accomplished. However, when she diagnosed me with MTHFR, she told me that when I got a positive pregnancy test, that I needed to call her office immediately, and get on a blood thinner called Lovenox ASAP to be able to keep the baby. So, when I got my positive test on 2/29, I immediately called her office SIX TIMES! Nobody ever answered the phone. I left two messages, one first thing in the morning, and the other at lunchtime. Freaking out about not being on blood thinners, I had my husband stop and get me real aspirin to take in addition to my baby aspirin until I could get my Lovenox. When they finally called me back on Tuesday, the nurse told me to go get my hcg and progesterone levels checked, and that my form of the MTHFR mutation doesn't actually require Lovenox to maintain a pregnancy. So, I got my levels checked and stopped the extra aspirin. I waited patiently for a phone call with the results that never came. Afraid of bad news going into the weekend of Bella's 13th birthday celebrations (look for another post on that soon), I decided to wait to call them again on Tuesday (the day after Bella's birthday) if I hadn't heard by then, so that we could enjoy her birthday without worry. Saturday morning, I started bleeding (as you know), and the ER confirmed that the baby was gone. I called the doctor's office on Monday (3/7), and was told that my hcg and progesterone levels were in the computer, but that the doctor had not looked at them yet. HADN'T EVEN LOOKED AT THEM!!!! This is obviously not helping my anger...
Meanwhile, I found another Napro dr 2 hours and 11 minutes away, who comes very highly recommended. As in, everyone who knows him raves about how awesome he is. So, I called, and I have an appointment with him on April 28 at 9am. When I told Emma about how good this doctor is supposed to be, and how we'd have to leave home by 6:30am that day (when she's rarely awake before 9), she just looked at me and said "anything for a baby, mama. I'll get up early". Knife to heart. She wants this even more than I do, I think. However, if we lose even 1 more baby before at least having a live one, I'm done. I can't keep doing this for the next 10 years, or however long I have until menopause. As it is, I'm barely holding it together. I just want to smash something, but I really, really don't want to clean it up afterwards.