I had my appointment with my midwife this morning, and while it was good, it was also non-helpful in a lot of ways.
Let me start off by saying that I love my midwife. She's someone I automatically feel I can trust, she's calming and knowledgeable, and she's caring and personable.
What's always difficult for me about appointments like this is the lack of direction that health care professionals can provide. Without clear symptoms that warrant certain tests, all the different options are completely up to me. There's no protocol to mandate certain tests no matter how many miscarriages a woman may have.
And while tests can reveal physical or genetic issues and complications that interfere with carrying pregnancy to full term, tests can also reveal that nothing is amiss. That's the thing about miscarriage. Nothing has to be wrong with me or Levi for it to happen. Even if we're both perfectly healthy we can miscarry.
Another thing that makes testing seem excessive right now is the fact that Levi and I are having no trouble with conception. We are so, so fortunate that we can get pregnant the second we start trying. A lot of testing is designed to help those who are unable to initially conceive.
I read an interesting article about women who are "super fertile" but miscarry frequently. Basically, the thought is that these women have uterus tissue that will embed any embryo, whether viable or not. This, of course, causes pregnancy, but when the embryo is non-viable then that results in a miscarriage.
Levi said it's because my uterus just loves all our babies, whether they're "normal" or not.
He knows the right things to say.
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In the end, I think we're just going to go back to trying and not worry about testing. Tests and specialists tend to make me stressed and anxious, so since there's every chance that what's happened so far is normal, we'll just keep on keepin' on.
Keep it real,
MB
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