In November, I found myself in an unexpected statistic. I’m not referring to the affluent one percent; if that were the case, this story would have a much different tone, perhaps detailing how I might use my windfall to ensure that certain political figures never see the light of day again. Instead, I’m talking about the 1% of women who experience ectopic or molar pregnancies.
My husband and I were overjoyed when we learned we were expecting after a long journey of trying. We had grand plans for a creative reveal at Thanksgiving, with an endless scrolling of ideas on Pinterest for announcing the baby’s sex and sharing the good news with friends. My shopping cart on Amazon was filling up with essentials as I prepared for our new arrival.
At around eight weeks, everything changed. A trip to the bathroom revealed alarming signs of bleeding. Panic set in as I contacted my doctor and called my husband, fearing I was losing the baby. The subsequent vaginal ultrasound was excruciating, and the results were heartbreaking: the embryo hadn’t reached my uterus; it had implanted in my fallopian tube.
As my OB laid out our options, I felt increasingly detached from the situation. I simply muttered, “Oh no,” and then felt the need to apologize for my language. In retrospect, it was absurd to apologize—I was in the midst of a traumatic experience.
Ectopic pregnancies are not only nonviable; they can also be life-threatening, necessitating prompt medical intervention. Thankfully, my tube had not ruptured, leaving us with two choices: a chemotherapy drug called methotrexate to medically terminate the pregnancy or surgery, which often results in the removal of the fallopian tube. Hoping for future pregnancies, we opted for the medication.
It’s a surreal experience to cherish a pregnancy that could endanger your life. Choosing to terminate it was heart-wrenching. Logically, I understood the situation, but emotionally, I was racked with guilt. I sobbed in the dark, repeatedly apologizing to the baby I would never meet.
Two days later, I felt as if I were on the brink of death. My doctor had warned of potential increased pain from the medication, but what I experienced was unbearable. My husband had to assist me to the bathroom, and I struggled to stand upright. A return visit to my OB revealed that the medication had failed, and surgery was now unavoidable. Again, I had to make the painful decision to end my pregnancy.
What made this even harder was a website I stumbled upon the night before, claiming that ectopic pregnancies could somehow be carried to term in the abdominal cavity after a rupture, labeling anyone who chose otherwise as selfish. This misinformation was painful to read, even though it is not widely supported within the pro-life community.
The surgery itself was relatively straightforward—a laparoscopic outpatient procedure. Physically, I recovered quickly, but the emotional fallout was significantly more challenging. Breaking the news to our families that the pregnancy was over was difficult; it felt like a piece of me had been taken away. Life continued for everyone else, while I felt stuck in my grief.
Between 10-20% of known pregnancies end in miscarriage, and 1-2% are ectopic or molar pregnancies. Many families face this heartache at least once. While I wish I weren’t part of those statistics, I found solace in the support from those who understood. Unfortunately, some individuals minimized our feelings or were too uncomfortable to acknowledge our loss, but those who truly cared never hesitated to lend an ear.
If you find yourself grappling with a similar loss, remember—you are not alone. Your baby was cherished and mattered. Don’t be afraid to express your emotions; there are others out there who will mourn with you. For a supportive community, consider joining The Hummingbird Network on Facebook. This group, led by compassionate individuals, offers a space to share your experiences and seek resources. One in five women undergo similar experiences, and it’s vital to break the silence.
As for me, while the sadness remains, each day feels a bit easier. I still encounter tough moments—like discovering that someone I know had the same due date I would have had. But I keep moving forward, as that’s what life demands of us.
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In summary, while becoming part of the 1% through an ectopic pregnancy was not what I anticipated, it has opened the door to understanding and empathy. Each day, I take steps toward healing, surrounded by a community that supports and uplifts one another.
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