My tale of two IUDs
At this point, this photo has gone viral. I've received the photo via numerous personal texts, direct messages, and posts to my Facebook wall. And, so, I figured I'd better come clean and share with you all: my tale of two IUDs.
Over a dozen years ago, I wrote about deciding on my first IUD, and this is one of uM's most trafficked post on the site. I eventually decided to go with the Paraguard [copper] IUD, and I didn't regret it.
Five years after its insertion, I knew something was up. I peed on two sticks and I knew it wasn't wrong. The IUD had floated way up into my pregnant uterus, unable to be retrieved, and I proceeded to fend off worries that I'd have pre-term labor, infection, miscarriage, or something else horrible. My OB at the time frightened me with these risks every time I saw him, and I felt like he scribbled "malpractice risk" everywhere in red ink on my chart. When he told me "C-section at 36 weeks or else....", I left him for another doctor. I met my new OB at 38-weeks pregnant, and he helped me deliver a healthy baby boy, vaginally, at 39 weeks and 5 days.
Well, that boy, our miracle baby, is now 7.5 years old. I promptly got my next Paraguard within a couple of months of delivery.
When I got that irksome feeling in my uterus again, five years after the insertion of the most recent Paraguard, I couldn't do anything but laugh. I was nauseated and bloated and... blessed. There was no other way to dice it. I was lucky to the Nth degree, chosen by some higher power, to defeat those odds that were so hard to defeat the first time around. My partner tells me, however, that the odds aren't any higher the second time around; the odds are statistically the same as they always were: really freaking low.
And, yet, it happened. Again. This time around, no scare tactics would bother me. I enjoyed my pregnancy as much as I could, relished what I knew would be my last - and fourth - gestation. And, it was the perfect pregnancy. I felt healthy, energetic and ever-fertile. We didn't know the gender of our baby until the moment he emerged, in the early morning of his due date almost two full years ago. And, now, we felt complete. Really we did. Period. End of story. With a vasectomy to punctuate it.
I can go into many details of those two pregnancies, which I documented in full to close family and friends via FB. For now, let me just go on record to say: I have two IUD babies, and - I swear - yours will work!