The Decision

It was decided on Tuesday with my OB, an organ specialist, and myself that I could no longer carry my pregnancy. My blood pressure was REALLY high (170 over 110 on most days) and my organs were starting to fail, primarily my kidneys and liver.

Lance & I came home from the appointment with the DR’s and had a long talk about what we should do. He told me that my life and my health was more important to him than having a child with me at this stage. He wants to have children, as do I, but at this stage, it was too risky. The DR’s stressed to me that I could end up hospitalized within my 3rd month of pregnancy and contemplating a donor transplant surgery by my 6th month if I was determined to keep my baby.

Lance & I decided to terminate our pregnancy. It was done in a safe comforting clinic yesterday and performed by my original Gyno (the one that retired and left me with his dink of a partner) so I had compassion and empathy while there

I am feeling not too bad today pain wise. I am not really bleeding or cramping much or really, anything. I am also not puking anymore (and yes, that I AM happy about! *lol*). Emotionally I am also doing OK. I know that it was the best decision for Lance & I & our baby. Chances were pretty good that our baby would’ve been born with at least one physical complication and that isn’t a life I would want for my child. It’s been a rough week, but things are bound to get better.