Sunday, July 03, 2005
August 2004 - Could life get any worse?
I arrived at the airport on my birthday to find my husband witing for me. We went to the car and he looked at me and said "Shana, something bad has happened. Your Grandma is at Alameda Hospital, she had a stroke." As this blog is not about my Grandma or death, I will not go into too much detail. I will say that from August 25 - August 27 (the day she died) was the most horrible three days of my life.
The most wonderful woman in my life died on August 27, 2004. Nothing could have been worse. My Grandma was there for me through all of my infertility struggles. Just a couple weeks before I was at her house ,and for no reason, I had just sobbed, from the bottom of my soul, to her. She always said that it would happen - not to rush - be patient and it will come. Virgo Shana did not understand this!
That same week I found out I was pregnant again. I felt as if it was a gift from my Grandma. I laughed and said as soon as she saw God she told him that I was waiting for a baby. They both delivered. I got pregnant during the turmoil time of my Grandma dying. Everyone has said when you are least thinking about it that it will happen - I guess that was the case for us. I just new she had sent this baby to me.
Will and I became overjoyed yet we were scared. We had already had one miscarriage so of course we wouldn't have another one ---right?? We played it safe for the next month - not telling many people. Making sure I got extra rest and took it extra easy.
Since I had already had one miscarriage, my doctor was very cautious. I was told instead of waiting 10 weeks to do the first ultra sound, I could do it at 8 weeks. Up until that point, we continually measured my Progesterone levels and my HCG levels. Everything was increasing like it should be.
At last we were scheduled for our 8 week ultra sound. We were both excited and nervous. We had been through this once before, nothing could be wrong with this pregnancy. Dr. Bui began the ultrasound and instantaneously we knew. There was no heartbeat.
I arrived at the airport on my birthday to find my husband witing for me. We went to the car and he looked at me and said "Shana, something bad has happened. Your Grandma is at Alameda Hospital, she had a stroke." As this blog is not about my Grandma or death, I will not go into too much detail. I will say that from August 25 - August 27 (the day she died) was the most horrible three days of my life.
The most wonderful woman in my life died on August 27, 2004. Nothing could have been worse. My Grandma was there for me through all of my infertility struggles. Just a couple weeks before I was at her house ,and for no reason, I had just sobbed, from the bottom of my soul, to her. She always said that it would happen - not to rush - be patient and it will come. Virgo Shana did not understand this!
That same week I found out I was pregnant again. I felt as if it was a gift from my Grandma. I laughed and said as soon as she saw God she told him that I was waiting for a baby. They both delivered. I got pregnant during the turmoil time of my Grandma dying. Everyone has said when you are least thinking about it that it will happen - I guess that was the case for us. I just new she had sent this baby to me.
Will and I became overjoyed yet we were scared. We had already had one miscarriage so of course we wouldn't have another one ---right?? We played it safe for the next month - not telling many people. Making sure I got extra rest and took it extra easy.
Since I had already had one miscarriage, my doctor was very cautious. I was told instead of waiting 10 weeks to do the first ultra sound, I could do it at 8 weeks. Up until that point, we continually measured my Progesterone levels and my HCG levels. Everything was increasing like it should be.
At last we were scheduled for our 8 week ultra sound. We were both excited and nervous. We had been through this once before, nothing could be wrong with this pregnancy. Dr. Bui began the ultrasound and instantaneously we knew. There was no heartbeat.
