I Had 4 Pregnancy Losses In 3 Years — How I Got My Happy Ending

Ever since I was a little girl, I had always dreamed of being a mother. Playing house was my favorite childhood game and I never let that dream go. After I tied the knot in 2011 at age 27, my husband and I started trying right away. I wanted to be a young mom like my mother was, and I thought getting pregnant and having a baby would come naturally to me. I did get pregnant immediately, but what came next was one of the hardest journeys of my life.

Over the course of three years, I suffered four lost pregnancies. I spent hours googling "baby after lost pregnancy" just hoping to find a story similar to mine. I spent night after night wondering why is this happening to us, as everyone around me seemed to be getting pregnant. Social media didn't help. I can't tell you how many times I saw a pregnancy announcement pop up on my Facebook feed right after I lost my baby. For my own mental health, I unfollowed a few "friends" from my past. Rash decision? Maybe. But, at the time, that is what I had to do for my own peace of mind.

My journey to motherhood started out with two early pregnancy losses, one naturally at six weeks—and then another at nine weeks. We found out at nine weeks that our baby’s heart had stopped beating and a procedure was scheduled. We opted for the chromosomal testing, but the results came back inconclusive. We were left without answers.

In 2012, at age 28, I called my OB the second I saw two lines on the pregnancy test and was told to come in right away. I was followed with blood work and ultrasounds. All looked perfect until a small subchorionic hemorrhage was noted. My doctor told me this is not unusual in the first trimester, and we hoped and prayed it would go away. But soon after finding out about my clot, I started to experience heavy bleeding on and off, which led to many ER visits. I was put on bed rest at 12 weeks.

I tried to stay positive, and honestly I thought everything would be fine. Looking back I now realize I was in complete denial. Unfortunately, bed rest didn't help my situation. I had a placental abruption at 16 weeks. I couldn't understand why this was happening to us.

My OB recommended a fertility specialist and I made an appointment right away. Unfortunately this doctor seemed to only be about pushing fertility drugs. I told him I didn't understand, considering I was having no trouble getting pregnant. He had nothing productive to say about my clot, stating it was an isolated event.

Months and months later, I hadn't gotten pregnant, so I started the injectable drugs (ouch) and went through with IUI—artificial insemination used for unexplained fertility struggles—simply because we wanted a baby so badly. But the expensive drugs didn’t work for me.

I became pregnant on my own shortly thereafter in 2013. I was followed with weekly ultrasounds and blood work. At around seven weeks, a clot had already formed and the heavy bleeding had begun. I was put on bed rest and told there was nothing I could do to reverse my condition.

Shortly thereafter, we received a recommendation from a friend to try a new fertility doctor. The first time my husband and I met with this man, he gave us instant hope. Before doing massive amounts of blood work and tests he put me on a daily baby aspirin regimen because of my clotting history. Finally, a doctor who was treating me according to my history.

After my blood work came back and showed a mutation on a clotting gene, my doctor told me we'd have a lot to talk about in terms of my options for the next time I got pregnant.

A couple months later, I received a positive pregnancy test and met with the doctor right away. He asked me what I thought about Lovenox (a daily injectable blood thinner). I was a little apprehensive at first. My doctor must have seen it in my eyes, because the next words out of his mouth were so reassuring. He told me that if I were his daughter he'd want me to use the medication. Done.

Weekly ultrasounds went by and there was no clot forming. My nerves were at an all-time high, but time continued on and my husband got better and better at the nightly injection routine. More ultrasounds and still no clots. My fertility doctor released me at 13 weeks to my OB and high-risk doctors (as a precaution) with high hopes. He hugged me and told me he looked forward to meeting our baby one day. I cried the whole drive home. Never had I been so happy and hopeful.