Time to tie up some loose ends. A few recent posts and comments deserved a little review and follow-up.
Post-miscarriage recovery: I’ve gotten some wonderful and thoughtful comments and emails over the last few weeks as I recovered from the miscarriage. First of all, thank you so much to every single person who took the time to write to me. And thank you to those who read my story and silently nodded along with me and sent me happy thoughts. You helped. A lot.
It has been 7 weeks since I miscarried and my hcg levels are still (STILL) not down to 0. A quick Google search tells me this is NOT NORMAL and SEE YOUR DOCTOR IMMEDIATELY, but honestly, my doctor is not worried and neither am I. (Lesson of the day: Trust your doctor and your instincts more than the internet). My levels have dropped steadily and the last test, 1.5 weeks ago, was 8. Anything <5 is considered “zero”, but since I was just on the cusp and they need to track you all the way to 0, I need one more blood test, which I will get today. After that, I fully expect to be 100% physically recovered and ready to move on.
Despite my hormone levels dropping a little slower than normal, my cycle has restarted normally. I just about threw a little party when my first post-miscarriage period started. Seriously. I am a crazy person. You would be too if your body had a history of NOT normally doing this on its own without the help of a fertility specialist.
Since I started feeling better I have been eating right and exercising a lot and generally working very hard to get my life back on the happy track. It worked! I feel emotionally recharged and ready to try again. The hardest part for me now is looking at the calendar and realizing how much time was lost. We waited until the perfect time to get pregnant, of course not knowing that we were about to spend the next 4 months tied up in doctor’s appointments and ultrasounds and blood tests. So here we are, thinking about trying again. But now even if we get pregnant the very first cycle we try, Owen and his little brother or sister will be much closer to 3 years apart than the 2 1/2 we had planned. It is amazing how long each setback takes and how much they change the idea of family planning.
Owen’s post-vacation bad attitude: You guys were right. It was a phase. It took a little over a week but I’m happy to report that he is sleeping better and his happy, flexible personality has returned. Hallelujah.
How to teach your kid to swim: One of my best friends, Erin (who is also a swimming rockstar who used to swim with Michael Phelps, a past swimming instructor and mom of an adorable 11 month old), sent me the following tip for helping Owen figure out how to float on his back. I thought I would include it in case others were in the same “I don’t know how to help you learn” predicament:
“Hold Owen with one hand under his chin (awkward at first but it gives you major control) and one under his back. Walk backwards (he is in front of you, head close to you, legs directly out). Tell him to put his belly button up to the sky. Lots of loud “belly ups!” since his ears may be under the water. Do it a lot. Get him to relax.Slowly start removing your hand under his back. Then your other… BAM! Michael Phelps.Side note: Michael hated to put his face in, so he learned backstroke first. You never know what’ll work :)”