downer

So I thought I would share the latest from the Nutter house. Well, it was actually shortly before we sold our house, but not so fun to write about. I had a very early miscarriage, which makes a second for me. The first time was the month before I got pregnant with Drew and was a very similar situation; we barely knew that I was pregnant before we found out that I was no longer pregnant. It was harder the first time for many reasons, I'm sure--1. we didn't know if this was an indication of fertility problems 2. we had already told our family, who (even though they were told to keep it secret for a bit) understandably told just about everyone they knew. There is something about saying those words aloud to other people and experiencing that excitement that makes it all more real. This time, we decided to keep it between the two of us and that's as far as we got. Though a sad situation still, we know that God is good and in control, that's the comfort we need. One of my very closest friends just went through a similar but harder situation, and her response was that she's a firm believer that everything happens for a reason - and I agree!

The frustrating part is what has since happened. I've found that most of my experiences have at the very least some kind of hidden humor, but this was a tough one to put a positive spin on. (The English teacher in me wants to change that to "on which to put a positive spin," but sometimes correct grammar is just too smart-sounding for me!)

Ok, so anyways.... We are living in a new place and don't have all of our doctors figured out. Since everything did not go back to normal on its own, I needed to see a doc and for the past several weeks I have struggled to find someone who would like to help me! I was referred to one doctor, but after a phone call with a nurse who was baffled by my "bizarre situation" (heard that over and over), I did not think things were going to work out there. At one point she said, "Well, maybe you should just go back to Ohio to get help." (If you read that with an attitude, then you read it right.) I think the shaking in my voice softened her up a bit because when she called back, she very sweetly said that the doctor would be more than happy to take me on as a patient once I am all back to normal.

Since that didn't help my current situation, we headed to the ER (twice) and explained that I didn't have a doc yet. They were super nice there, but not super helpful. They confirmed that I miscarried and said I needed to see a doctor. When I explained the situation for a third or fifteenth time, they referred me to a different doctor and sent my results there. You can imagine that pleasant phone call with the receptionist, when I explained to her that she'd be receiving blood test and ultrasound results for a non-patient in a "bizarre situation." After some tears, I did get an appointment to see a nurse practitioner, who was very nice AND helpful--the first person to explain what was going on and tell me she could fix it. Things are good now, after about 5 weeks of weirdness, and my lesson has been learned--find all necessary doctors as soon as you unpack the Uhaul! (I think we're mostly set now, though still searching for a good geriatrics doc--never know!)