Not too many blogworthy moments occurred this month but I figure I should post something so we don’t lose readers.

Thank you to all of you for your support these last couple of weeks.  We experienced miscarriage number three.  We kept this one pretty quiet until now, but I feel like I need to talk about it in order to move on. I had yet another d&c last week and we were so happy that my mom was there for support and to keep me busy. I was worried about taking a day off work without giving too many details, but since I just barely started my job, I didn’t want anyone to know that I was pregnant. Luckily they didn’t ask.

So far, there is no answer as to why we keep miscarrying. We’re doing a genetic workup next week which is kind of the last test. It’s possible that we just have bad luck.

We are overwhelmed by the love and support of our family and friends. Your thoughts, phone calls, emails, and prayers have made such an impact on both of us and have certainly made it easier to move on. I know without a doubt that the power of faith and prayer are real–and the reason that I am still here today

To make it brief (I apologize to my family who has heard this over and over), these are the events that took place in the last couple of days:

I went in for my scheduled surgery (D&E) Tuesday morning with the expectation to go home right afterward and return to work the next day–just like I did with my last miscarriage. However, I continued to hemorrhage in the recovery room for several more hours. The doctors decided to put me back into the surgery room to see if they could stop the bleeding; if unsuccessful, they would have had to do a hysterectomy. What the doctors soon found out was that I virtually had no clotting factors in my blood prior to entering the operating room. It’s something called DIC that can occur when a fetus passes away, eliminating the clotting factors in the mother’s blood. I was an accident waiting to happen. Unfortunately, surgery was a recipe for disaster and I ended up losing half of my total blood volume. Thankfully, my doctors were truly inspired and were successful in stopping the blood and saving my uterus. I was given blood transfusions all through out that night with Fernando by my side, and was released from the hospital Thursday with a second chance at life.

I am just so sad when I think about all that has happened, but I hope that some day, we will get to hold these little babies in our arms that we never got to meet in this life. And it will be a great reunion.