March 10, 2009


We had to share an ultrasound room today with The Most Annoying Couple On The Planet. The guy talked just like Frito from Idiocracy, I am not kidding. He would've totally taken first place in a douche-off. So we got to hear all their business: here's their baby's head, here's the arms, oh look the baby's kicking. Then they turned the heartbeat monitor WAY up so we could all enjoy their baby's being-aliveness. The guy asked if they could stay there and watch their baby all day long. No, dude, there's someone else in the room who is silently crying behind that other curtain because she's been forced to listen to your joy while she waits her turn in agony because she's bleeding onto her exam bed.

Then it was our turn, in which we preceded to find no heartbeat. Sigh. They sent me to redo my labwork. An hour later, the doctor comes in and tells us it's either 1) the baby is dead or 2) it's possibly multiples, in which case we might not see heartbeats yet. Only the labwork will reveal the answer, but unfortunately it's not completed yet, so go on home and we'll give you a call.

So the husband went back to work and I went grocery shopping, because disappointment is such a normal part of our life that it makes no sense not to act like business as usual. And I made plans to eat my weight in fried mushrooms tonight and then get to work on losing ten pounds tomorrow. Oh, and to unload all my baby stuff on craigslist.

Five hours later, the nurse finally calls with the lab results: my hormone levels haven't dropped any, so all we can do is check again at the end of next week and see what we see then.

Dragging the agony out...that sounds like fun.

This is exactly the crappy situation I worried about the last time, the something in between alive and dead scenario.

And if anybody dares tell me that this is good news and that I should be happy that at least the baby isn't definitively dead -- and I swear I know somebody in my real life who will so do this -- I will freak out.

So, um, that's my WTF news.

Posted by Sarah at March 10, 2009 03:35 PM | TrackBack

I have a string of expletives that can not by typed on the tip of my tongue. What a fricking nightmare. I am so sorry.

Posted by: Lane at March 10, 2009 02:44 PM

WTF? They make you share an exam room for an ultrasound. That is so f'ing wrong.

Posted by: Mare at March 10, 2009 02:44 PM

It isn't your job to think rainbow & kitten's back off & let me work, woman!

I totally want to know the name & number of Douchey McFawningstein so I can punch him in the throat.

I'm impressed with your resolve to remain non-violent in the face of such shenanigans.

I do not understand the blase attitude and how 1 hour becomes magically five, but I'm happy to take those folks to task too, if you like (when I'm on my break from cheering, of course).

You know where I am...

Posted by: Guard Wife at March 10, 2009 02:45 PM

I have been thinking about you all morning. I'm so sorry, Sarah.

Posted by: dutchgirl at March 10, 2009 03:00 PM

What a morning. Why in the world were you in with that couple? Talk about crass. Someone should have had better sense. I'm like some of your other online friends, let me at them. They don't want me coming up there.
My grandson and his girlfriend are going through the same thing today. She is thirty, also. My heart goes out to you all.

Posted by: Ruth H at March 10, 2009 03:17 PM

Forgot to say, careful on those fried mushrooms.
You don't need a stomach ache on top of everything else.

Posted by: Ruth H at March 10, 2009 03:19 PM

I know I'm merely a blog aquaintence... I comment here and there... But I'm been thinking of you all day and now I'm over here crying for what you went through today. Idiots. I am so sorry. And I'm so sorry you're in such a nightmare of a scenario.

Posted by: Val at March 10, 2009 03:38 PM

And I thought Jon & Kate Plus 8 in the waiting room was bad. Live humans are worse. (Another example of Fritos: the nonemergency in the ER.)

I'm sorry. Some other people should be too ... and I don't mean anyone here.

Posted by: Amritas at March 10, 2009 03:42 PM

Ugh. I'm very sorry.

Posted by: Lucy at March 10, 2009 03:45 PM

Sarah, my thoughts, hopes, and prayers are still with you - ESPECIALLY through that ridiculous non-private ultrasound... and even *more so* (if possible) through the next week. I'm so, SO sorry that this is all being dragged out... *hugs*

Posted by: kannie at March 10, 2009 03:49 PM

Oh Sarah...

Posted by: MaryIndiana at March 10, 2009 03:52 PM

“I totally want to know the name & number of Douchey McFawningstein so I can punch him in the throat”

I’m a little afraid of you GW and yet…a little turned on. No disrespect intended.

Good luck Sarah. Enjoy the 'shrooms since maybe your eating for more than one.

Posted by: tim at March 10, 2009 03:55 PM

Oh, Sarah. I'm so sorry for the crappy situation. And I'm still praying for that sliver of hope to be true.

Posted by: FbL at March 10, 2009 04:19 PM

Dear Sarah, sorry my phone lost its charge..... this is indeed news in a strange alternate place...

Posted by: awtm at March 10, 2009 04:24 PM

Suck suck suck. I hate when what's supposed to be an answer becomes a non-answer, and even worse when it gets dragged out like this. Waiting a week for what may or may not be something definitive has got to be torture. *Hugs* for you, Sarah, and prayers for many pleasant distractions this week to keep your mind occupied and hopefully stave off the worst of the worrying. You are one of the strongest people I know - you will make it through this.

Posted by: Leofwende at March 10, 2009 04:31 PM

sarah - saying a little prayer for you and your husband tonight. Was thinking of you all day. I think you should've sent your husband next door to tell those people to shut the F up. Would've liked to see their expression. :)

Enjoy the mushrooms. They sound delish.

Posted by: keri at March 10, 2009 05:10 PM

Crap....hang in there girl. Lots of folks out here thinking of you.

Posted by: Pamela at March 10, 2009 05:46 PM

I second, third and fourth all that's been said. There's still prayers flying for you all over the place.

Posted by: Susan at March 10, 2009 07:08 PM

I hate it when people suck. So I'm just sending lots of positive thoughts your way.

Posted by: Butterfly Wife at March 10, 2009 09:34 PM

There are no right feeling words.

It would have been great to hear something positive or at least definite and if the universe was going to deny you that, the very least you could have been given was a private exam room. There are so many tidbits of your care that have me all irritated at what is going on. Those people down there deserve a serious what for.

I hope the time that make you wait in this land of limbo goes by as best it can.


Posted by: wifeunit at March 11, 2009 10:16 AM

I can't believe they put you in the same room with people having an ultrasound for a well baby delivery!!! Good grief talk about the sensitivity of a box of rocks!!! What is wrong with them.

Never mind, I know what's wrong - to them you are all just numbers - just the next "ultrasound" to work through so they can go home at the end of the day and bitch about how long the day was and how hard they had to work. *sigh*

I'm really sorry you have to put up with all that in addition to the rest. *sigh*

Posted by: Teresa at March 11, 2009 10:48 AM