I really hate it when the nurse calls and leaves a message on Friday afternoon saying that they have test results for you...but you don't get the message until their office is already closed. That was my situation on Friday, meaning that I had to wait throughout the weekend to find out about my Protein C and Protein S levels.
Well, it was worth the wait. I called this morning and spoke with the receptionist, who shared that my levels were within the normal range, so I do not have a Protein C Deficiency after all. Thank You God! What a relief! That means no more Heparin shots, if we ever get pregnant again.
It wasn't until a couple of hours later that I realized that perhaps I went through those six weeks of shots twice a day in the stomach for nothing. Oh well. I trust that the doctor was advising me to the best of his abilities at the time with the information that he had available. Then I started wondering if perhaps the Heparin could have caused the miscarriage...but I tried to push that thought away. I can't dwell on it--what's done is done. I don't know why things turn out the way they do, but at least I didn't spend nine months taking shots that I didn't need (don't get me wrong--I would have gladly done so if it meant having a healthy baby...but turns out I don't need them, so I'll gladly forego the pain and the expense from now on).
That's my blessing of the day as well. No more shots, and no more paying for shots that my insurance doesn't cover. What a blessing!