Based on my blood workup, the 3 miscarriages and the borderline pre-eclampsia in my first pregnancy, hematologist Dr. P is recommending I start Lovonox injections immediately after I find out that I’m pregnant (if that happens.)
Dr. P is a big teddy bear of a man with a strong Polish accent. SO sweet. “I don’t want you to bear the burden of another miscarriage, and I believe this will help you.”
I didn’t cry. Not in the office, anyway, and not when they drew 10 more viles of blood from my arm. I cried in the car, though, just big fat tears. Scared tears. Angry tears. Why-the-fuck-is-this-happening-to-me tears.
I know in the grand scheme of things that giving myself an injection every day is not the end of the world. Not by a long shot. But damn it, this is NOT the answer I was hoping for. I’m scared. I’m scared of how bad it will hurt, I’m scared I will get big ugly bruises, I’m scared I won’t be able to do it.
I’m scared it won’t work.
Side note: They took my temperature. 99.0*. I’m a high 97, low 98 kind of girl normally. The nurse winked at me and said maybe I had “something cooking in there.”.
From here, I wait. Again. If I get a positive pregnancy test, I call them right away and they’ll get me in to show me how to do it, fill the prescription, etc. Then on top of the other appointments I’m sure I’ll have with my OB since they now consider me “high risk”, I’ll have to go in once a week to have my platelets monitored. From what he told me, I believe I will only have to do that for the first 3 weeks, just to make sure the Lovonox isn’t having any adverse affects on my body.
I’m glad to have a reason. I just wish this wasn’t it.