Secondary Infertility and the Magic of...
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Like most women, I thought as soon as I wanted to get pregnant it would happen. And for the most part, it did.
When I was 31, shortly after I was married, we began to try for a baby. When it wasn’t happening right away I became a bit worried. After about six months of trying my doctor suggested I get an HSG (a hysterosalpingogram, which is an X-ray test that looks at the inside of the uterus and fallopian tubes.) The test came back OK. The next step was to check my progesterone at the end of the month to see if I had ovulated.
I received a call letting me know that my progesterone was low and I most likely didn’t ovulate and that, under the doctor's care, we would try something else next month. But something unexpected happened. I didn't get my period, so after a few days, I took a test. Two lines! I was pregnant. Since it was my first time, I had every expectation that things would go normally. They did. Nine months later, I delivered a healthy baby boy.
Fast forward two-and-a-half years later; I delivered a healthy baby girl. As far as I was concerned, I was finished having children. I had a boy and a girl and felt extremely lucky. Three years later, I found myself going through a divorce. Fortunately, it was an amicable divorce and our children handled it quite well. I never thought there would be a time in my life where I would want another child.
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Soon after my divorce, however, I met the love of my life. He had never been married and didn't have any children. He was a perfect fit in our house. My children loved him and he loved them. We all had a blast together. After more than three years of being together, we decided we would try for a baby. Sure, I was a little bit older (38) but since I really didn’t have much trouble the first time, I assumed it would be easy.
We got pregnant three months after we started trying! Hooray! We went to the doctor and saw a heartbeat at around six weeks. I decided to switch doctors and made an another appointment three weeks later. We were excited to see a second ultrasound and another peek at the heartbeat. However, when the ultrasound technician started to move the wand around, there was no heartbeat. No flicker. We had what is called a "missed miscarriage". The fetus does not survive, but the body doesn’t recognize it to expel it. I went in for a D&C (dilation and curettage) the next day.