My husband and I tried very hard to
have
a baby, and finally after an IVF
cycle,
we received the wonderful news that we
were pregnant! I can't explain how
happy we were. I really thought it
was
too good to be true and was constantly
worried that something would go
wrong.
As the weeks and appointments passed,
I
began to realize that everything was
fine and the Doctor assured us that
the
chances of anything happening after
this
point were almost zero.
At 18 weeks, we found out that we were
having a baby girl and she looked just
perfect. We were so happy that we
immediately began buying several
essential baby items.
At 20 weeks, I began leaking a small
amount of clear fluid, which I thought
was just some discharge (I was told
this
was normal). However, that night, I
heard a 'pop' and suddenly there was a
gush of liquid. The panic set in
immediately as we rushed to the
hospital, where they confirmed that my
water had broken and that I had no
fluid
left! The doctors encouraged us to
think about inducing, since the
chances
of survival for our daughter were
almost
zero. We just couldn't make that
decision. How could I not give her
every last bit of hope? We decided to
wait and pray for a miracle. Five
days
(and several ultrasounds)later I had
not
gone into labor, but still did not
have
any fluid. They decided to send me
home, although they were still very
worried about an infection. I was not
showing any signs of fever or elevated
white blood cell count, but my
requests
for antibiotics and the steriods to
help
lung development were denied.
With every day of bedrest that passed,
I
convinced myself that our daughter was
going to be the miracle baby! We had
already beaten so many of the odds
that
the doctors had given us! However, a
week later I began having contractions
and went back to the hospital. I
requested the drug to stop the
contractions, but was again denied.
If
I could have just held on until
Friday,
they were going to transfer me to a
high
risk pregnancy hospital, since I was
nearing 23 weeks. However, on
Thursday
night, I went into active labor and
delivered our beautiful daughter,
Madeline Marie. She was only 14
ounces
and 10.5 inches long. She had my hair
and lips and my husbands toes! She
lived in our arms for a few minutes
and
then drifted off to heaven. She will
always be my precious little angel.
This happened 3 weeks ago and I don't
suspect that the pain will subside for
quite awhile. She is constantly in my
mind and heart.
I only wish I would have seen this
site
earlier and I would have been more
persistant on receiving the
antibiotics
and steriods.
Thanks for reading our story.
Angela´s second
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