In March 2001, I went with my husband to our 12-week scan for what was our first pregnancy. The scanner’s face didn’t look right, and he said that there was a problem. There didn’t seem to be a baby there but rather what he called a probable molar pregnancy. We were taken to a separate room, through the mass of pregnant women, and were then told I would have to come back the next day for a D&C. They would have to send a sample of the tissue out for testing. The doctor also confirmed that it could be a molar pregnancy.
I’m a nurse, but I had never heard of this before.
We went home and cried for hours at the loss of what we had thought was our baby. We had only told our families the week before that we were having our first baby. My sister was also pregnant, so it was even harder. I then went onto the Internet and spent hours looking for information. What I read was both scary and confusing. We went into see the consultant at the hospital a few weeks later, and she told us I had had a complete molar pregnancy. I would have to be followed up at Charing Cross Hospital.
It was bad enough that I had lost our “baby,” but then to be told that we may not be able to try again for up to 2 years was really upsetting! I spent the next 6 months sending samples. Luckily, because my levels fell within 8 weeks, I was put into the 6-month follow up group. It was a difficult 6 months. All I saw everywhere were pregnant women and babies, and then of course my sister gave birth. I was finally given the all clear on September 29, 2001, and by November 26th I was pregnant again. I gave birth to a beautiful healthy boy on August 4, 2002, and I couldn’t be happier.
The whole experience was hard and sad but we got through it and I hope I can help others in the same situation.