I found out I was pregnant on December 23, 2008 and my husband and I announced it to our entire family on Christmas Eve, at our home. We hadn't been planning on getting pregnant just yet but we were close to starting to try, so I took it as a clear sign from God that he wanted for me to have my second child.
My first child, my beautiful daughter, was born in September 2004 at a whopping 10# 13 oz. We were shocked, as I and my siblings had been small babies, and big babies didn't run on mine or my husband's side. So for my second pregnancy, I wanted my sugars to be watched very closely to ensure I didn't get gestational diabetes. Type I and Type II run in both families and since my daughter was so big I felt it need to be monitored more closely this time (just a note, I was never diagnosed with gestational diabetes but since she was so big...).
I had my first sonogram done at 7.5 weeks and there was a healthy embryo with a heart-rate of 162 bbm. Everything looked great. I got lots of rest and made sure I ate healthy... I really took it easy as I was exhausted and nauseous all of the time.
I had always felt my doctor's office was too big, I'd been going there for 10 years, but I never had a personal connection there, so I opted to go to a new doctor. My primary physician recommended a "high-risk" doctor who was very well-known and respected (his wife had gone to her for years) so long-story short, I called the new doctor's office and got an appointment within 2 days.
Which brings me to yesterday, nearly 11 weeks along. I drank a full bottle of water before going in, as I was told I would have a sonogram. When I got there I learned that their practice still did them trans-vaginally at this early stage so I was glad to be able to go to the bathroom and get some relief. I spoke to the new doctor for 30 minutes and really liked her, she was caring and concerned, so I felt I had made a good choice. She then proceeded to do the sonogram, herself, with a nurse in the room. She seemed to struggle a bit and was having a rough time finding my uterus (?) which I thought was odd. She said she could see my bladder was very full and she couldn't really see what she needed to see, so I told her I would gladly go empty it again, and I did. She did a quick "physical" internal and them went ahead with a second try at the tv sono. She was looking and looking and I started to get really nervous. She asked the nurse how she could "zoom in", again, odd for a doctor with her reputation. She asked me how far along I thought I was again and I told her "I should be about 11 weeks tomorrow". She said, "honey, are you sure you were pregnant?" Well my whole body went numb and I thought, wait, am I dreaming? Did I dream I was pregnant? I couldn't even think and I started to cry I said "YES! I had a sonogram a little over 3 weeks ago, there was an embryo with a beating heart", to which she replied "honey, I am sorry there is nothing there, your sac is empty, I can see a yolk sac but that's it". I got hysterical- I had not had an ounce of pain or cramping or a drop of blood, how could I miscarry at nearly 11 weeks and not know it? She told me I most likely "re-absorbed the baby into my body" and that I would need a D and C to remove the rest of the tissue that was there. I kept crying, with my 4-year old in the room, saying how could this be, it was there, how could this be? She and the nurse were extremely caring and understanding, she told me it was not my fault at all, that I had had a "missed abortion". I was in a state of shock. She told me to take my time getting dressed and to talk about having a D and C with my husband and to "let her know". I was completely devestated. I cried for hours and hours as my family gathered around. Then I started to think that none of this made sense. I didn't have any pain, bleeding or any other indication of a miscarriage that I should have if I was 11 weeks along (which by the way I was absolutely certain of). Then I found this wonderful website and started to get hope. Why couldn't a skilled doctor find my uterus? Why didn't she know how to zoom the machine? My instincts told me something wasn't right and that I shouldn't proceed with scheduling the D&C. I called my "old" doctor's office, explained that I had gone to a new doctor, etc. and explained the entire situation. They agreed to take me at 10:30 this morning.
I was up all night, trying to accept the fact that I had miscarried, I barely slept at all. I was nervous all the way to the doctors, just completely stressed out. I told the sono-tech that I was there to confirm or deny the miscarriage (my mother-in-law and sister-in-law were with me) and that I was very upset and didn't have my hopes up but needed to know for sure. She told me to jump up on the table and proceeded with an external sono. Well within about 5 seconds if that, she said to us, "well, that doctor is an idiot", she turned the screen fully towards us and there was a perfectly healthy 11 week old fetus with a heartbeat of 188 bpm (my heart was racing so I guess it's was a bit too). Not only was it there but I could immediately see it moving around A LOT and the little heart was fluttering and I listened to it beating away. I got hysterical in a way I did not know I could. I couldn't breathe, I was in complete shock and beyond elated, as were my family and my husband by phone.
So I ask, how could this happen? How could I be so badly and negligently misdiagnosed? WE HAVE TO BE OUR OWN ADVOCATES! If you feel something is not right with a diagnosis DO NOT be hesitant to get a second or even third opinion. The stress this doctor put me through probably caused me more harm than anything else. Not to mention the stress it put on my family and our friends, including one of my sister-in-laws who is 5 months pregnant who was absolutely hysterical and besides herself over this. DO NOT GIVE UP hope. If I was 10 years younger I might have just listened to that doctor and gone and unknowingly aborted a completely healthy baby that I wanted so very much. It is a horrible thought and I am so very thankful to God for this baby and for His guidance. Listen to your instincts! And update, as I was typing this, the doctor's office where I was wrongly diagnosed called (I had left a message that I wanted my medical records so that I could get a second opinion). Long story short, they had taken it upon themselves to make an appointment for a D&C for 2/9! I told the nurse I had not authorized that and she said I must have!! To which I told her I absolutely did not authorize it. She asked if I wanted to cancel it and "let me know" that if I canceled it, I might not get another appointment for a long time!!!! I told her to cancel it and that I wanted a second opinion. She said, and I quote, "well, why do you want a second opinion? I mean, you have an empty sac, what is there to confirm?". It took all of my strength to not say "F-you! I DO NOT have an empty sac, I have a perfectly healthy 11-week old baby in there!!". I am holding off until I pick up my records later today.
God bless all of you grappling with this type of issue but do not give up hope! If there is one good thing to come out of this story, I hope it helps somebody to get through the night and keep hope alive. Doctors and their staff are no where near perfect. GOOD LUCK!




Your story is somewhat similiar to mine. Thankfully I found this site and questioned my Ob's scan too. I still have a baby in my belly today. She even told me she would not have scanned me again before the D&C. I can't even think about it...
