Finally, I am injection free! Last night was the last time I had to inject myself with a Clexane blood-thinning injection which means that today will be the first day since 11 November 2016 that I do not have to jab myself! I am so excited about this as it feels like a weight is being lifted off my shoulders and it’s another step towards being “back to normal”.
That being said, I’m grateful to the Clexane as I don’t think I would have my baby otherwise. I am convinced that the (higher than standard dose) of Clexane was the crucial difference between another missed miscarriage and a live baby. I even had my placenta analysed and the doctor confirmed that he could see I had issues with thrombosis and he expects that without Clexane I would have had another miscarriage. While this has been my theory all along, it is so good to have vindication from a medical professional.
For those of you who are also trying for a baby via IVF and have stuck with my blog, I just want to remind you that my IVF doctor was NOT the one who tested me for my Antithrombin III deficiency (thrombosis problem). I took myself to a haematologist for a bunch of expensive additional tests and this is how I found out about the issue with the thrombosis. It was also my haematologist who insisted on the higher dose of Clexane when my IVF doc (who is also my OBGYN) was doubtful about it. If there is one thing I have learned throughout the whole infertility/IVF journey is that you have to be your own advocate. You have to do the extra research, ask the hard questions, push for additional tests if things don’t work out as they should. I would not have a baby right now if I hadn’t done that for myself.
As for my previous post, thank you to those of you who reached out and offered comforting and helpful words. I am feeling a bit better since I wrote that post, perhaps just getting it out on the blog was therapy in a way. I did speak to my paediatrician about how things are and we have agreed that for now we won’t take any further measures but if things get worse then I am to call her right away so that we can do so. I’m happy with this as I know she is on the alert and will help me if I need help.
In the meantime, I am trying to get out of the house each day on little excursions to keep myself sane. Sometimes this is to the Mall and other times it’s to a coffee shop. Sometimes it is to catch up with friends. Next week I have set up a playdate with another new mum (who I met through this very blog!!) and I’m thinking to also pay a visit to my husband’s aunt who is very kind and will hold the baby for me. Life is far from perfect, but I am hoping that these small attempts to get my shit together will eventually help me to find my new normal. Until then, at least I don’t have to deal with Clexane jabs anymore!! 🙂