Cathy's Story 

My story begins with a false pregnancy test, followed by a week of morning sickness and tiredness. I waited a week and took another test-a faint blue line.  I was unsure, so I went and took a pee test at the doctor's office-still faint.  They told me to wait a week and come back again. I started to bleed that weekend. I called the doctor on Monday. He did an ultrasound and said he was having a hard time finding a sac in my uterus, and that the pregnancy might be in my tubes. I was sent for bloodwork on Monday evening, and then again on Wednesday evening. I never got to retake the test on Wednesday evening. Wednesday morning, I began to bleed heavier, and the nurses at my OB's office put me on bed rest and told me to call back around 2:30 P.M. When I called back, they said the doctor (who was scheduled in surgery all afternoon) would come over to see me and to get to his office ASAP. I was scared.

He started to check me and said that things where worse than he had expected.  He pulled out something and said it was the "products of conception".  He told me that I had miscarried.  I went in for a D&C that afternoon. I grieved for two weeks over my lost baby.

I went back the Monday after surgery for a blood test. Two weeks after my miscarriage, I went back to the OB's office for my checkup. I should have known something was wrong when he flipped through my chart three or four times saying, "Well, um." I told him I was still bleeding and he said he was not too concerned about that, but that he thought I might still be pregnant. He said you may have an ectopic pregnancy and sent me to do a urine test.  Sure enough, it was positive. He did another ultrasound and found nothing in my uterus. I told him I felt bloated and a little pressure on my left side. He then  found the baby in my left tube. I was heartbroken as he told me I would have to have surgery again that afternoon to correct the problem.

I was told by the nurse at the hospital what the surgery would entail and that the doctor would do the best he could save my tube. All I could think was what about this baby?  It can't be saved.  I was also told, to end some confusion, that my miscarriage did not contain any "products of conception".  The tissue was scar tissue.

I left the hospital with both tubes and no baby, but I would have gladly traded one of my tubes for that precious fetus to be growing happily in uterus. So, now I am back to where I was three weeks ago, grieved by the loss of my baby. It was harder to take that news the second time around, I was starting to heal emotionally and now well, it just is hard.

We named the baby Olivia Ann.  She was delivered into God's hands on April 21, 2000.