More trying times. I got sent back to my PCM for more blood work by the RE clinic. I am told to come back when my numbers are over 1500 and they do will an u/s to check for a heartbeat and send me to the OB clinic.

So, being too tired to go into my PCM on Tues afternoon - I decide it can wait until Weds. morning. I go in and it has been 4, no almost 5 days since my last Beta HCG of 133. Thurs morning the doc. calls and says my # is 395. Not good. Hubby comes home and finds me hysterically crying that we are going to loose this baby, etc. He takes the RE clinic's card and gets ahold of the receptionist. She says the doc. will call us back within the hour. The head RE doc (DR LAUFER) calls back and is just the sweetest southern man. We talk at length as he didn't have my chart and was upset that I was dismissed and told not to return until my #'s were 1500+. He sent me to the Navy Hosptial for another Beta HCG and other blood work.

I wasn't expecting much, although everyone kept telling me not to give up hope. I had everyone praying for a miracle - the healing hand of God. Dr. Laufer called me about 9:45 am this morning. He doesn't know what happened to cause the slow rise to 395 - barely over 24 hours before Thursday's beta...but my number as of Thursday was 730! Yes it is still a bit on the low side - but the doubling rate was about 30 hours. I go back tomorrow for a repeat HCG. I suspect I will hear on Monday some time. If it keeps up at that pace it should be around 1250ish.

I woke up this morning and felt queasy. I thought to myself, you know Tiff you are convincing yourself to feel sick - there is no reason. Nothing short of a miracle will save this baby. But the Lord sees me as just as deserving of a miracle as anyone else, I guess. I feel like that bleeding woman who reached out and was healed by touching the hem of His robe. I have been claiming that since yesterday when I found the faltering #'s. Thank you Lord - Thank you.