Saturday, 8w1d, we had our final round of pregnancy monitoring at RMA-NJ. They packed up for me a big white envelope filled with cycle and pregnancy records to give to my OB and a flash drive with ultrasound photos. When I came home and plugged it into the laptop, they had also included an article entitled “Taking Baby Steps: Saying Goodbye to your Fertility Team and Hello to your Obstetrician,” which seemed to tap into and soothe many of my keenly felt reservations in walking away from the meticulous care administered at one of the top fertility clinics in the country to entrust the local baby doctor with this exceedingly precious pregnancy. This, in particular, struck a chord:
You will most likely be discharged from your IVF center to the care of an Ob/Gyn at around 7-9
weeks gestation. At that time, your pregnancy’s risk level is almost equivalent to that of a woman
who has conceived without any medical support.
I am still bleeding, and the ultrasound revealed new and unresolved hematomas that seem to forecast more red scares to come, but the heartbeat was strong, 157bpm, way up from the unsettling 113 of the 7-week visit, and Bean measured on-schedule to the day. With that I am trying to glean some wisdom from Katherine and ‘march along,’ comforted by the auspiciousness of these growth markers and the sense of reassurance that comes naturally with the flip of each calendar day. After all, I’m no longer a fertility patient, just a pregnant lady with no added level of risk.