I had a wonderful first pregnancy,
absolutely no
complications. Sumner was born
February 15, 1999. My second
pregnancy was the opposite, very
complicated and confusing.
On March 3,2000 we discovered I was
pregnant, we figured I was 4 weeks since
I had a period (or so I thought) in
early
February. We were so excited because
we wanted our babies to
be close in age. On March 27th, I
felt that dreaded gush, I
was sure I was losing our baby. I
went to the hospital and
dicovered that I was actually 11
weeks rather then 7 weeks.
They felt I was having a threatened
miscarriage. I contined
bleeding for 6 weeks then it
stopped. I was on strict bedrest for a
month. Then gradually I was able to do
some activity. My doctor advised me not
to get overtired and not to work more
then a few days a week. I had one day of
bleeding during week 21. Then I was
feeling really good and so relieved when
I hit 24 weeks on June 24th.
My relief lasted only a few days. On
June 30th while lifting
my son, I felt that dreaded gush
again. I was sure I was
bleeding but when I checked it was
fluid. I couldn't beleive
it, I was only 24 weeks and 6 days.
I went to the emergency
room but they couldn't detect that
it was amniotic fluid. I
was sure because I just knew. My Ob
sent me home, I leaked all night and
returned in the morning. This time it
was confirmed.
I was airlifted an hour and a half
later to a family health
center. I was so scared. I was told
that the baby only weighed approx 1 lb.
and 10 oz. and only had a 50% survival
rate which decreased if it was a boy. It
was a boy. I spent the next 7 weeks in
the hospital, some days on bedrest,
other days I was allowed to walk our
floor or go in the wheelchair. I was
monitered 4 times a day and had planning
scores weekly. It was such a scary time
because not only was I worried about the
baby but my family was 5 hours away and
I was apart from my little boy. It was a
long summer. I contined to leak fluid
daily after my water broke until I
delivered.
During week 32, my grandfather
passed away and I was able to
return to my home town. I was to
stay in the hospital for 2
weeks then go home for 2 then they
would induce me at week 36. At week 36,
I was induced and delivered a healthy 7
pounder. I couldn't believe how
beautiful he was. We had some
complications after he was released. He
was put back in for jaundice then again
a week later because he wasn't
responding to us. He even had to have a
spinal tap.
He is doing well now. He is 11 weeks
old. I feel so lucky to have a healthy
baby. I get so emotional when I think
about all we went through then I feel
guilty because so many others didn't
have such good outcomes. PROM really
scares me.
Thanks so much for letting me share
my story.
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