This is a story that is so very hard to
begin. Well it begins over 9 years ago.
My husband and I married on December 1,
1990. We decided right away we wanted
children and began "trying". After a
year and no children, we got concerned.
Initial testing showed slight problems
with both of us but nothing that would
prevent either of us individually from
getting pregnant. However, the two of
us together made it extremely
difficult - we were classified as a sub-
fertile couple. After 4 years of
testing we decided to continue to a
point with infertility treatment and
also to adopt. Which ever proved
successful first.
Well June 22, 1995, I received an
emergency phone call while at the
infertility clinic receiving a round of
Clomid. It was my husband Jamie, the
adoption agency had a newborn infant
born the evening before on June 21,
1995 did we want her? Trinity Anne came
into our lives at 4pm on June 22, 1995.
She weighed 6 lbs 6 oz and was 21 1/2
inches long. We began adoption steps
and during the process we discovered
she had a sibling brother just 16
months older than her that was also
availible for adoption. Of course we
took Aaron into our lives, he was 20
months old. Now we had our children and
were complete.
Never using birth control we never
expected to ever conceive. Some kind of
miracle must have been in the air in
August of 1999. Discovering that I was
pregnant was a complete shock to the
entire family. My mom bought a second
pregnancy test and watched me take it
to make sure. Initially we were
scared, due to some scaring around my
tubal area I'm at high risk for
tubular pregnancies. Our doctor
immediately scheduled an ultrasound at
6 weeks. Holding our breath we
watched, there he was safe and sound in
uterus. Just look at his strong heart
beat. My doctor was so excited. Here
comes the morning sickness. I suffered
greatly with extreme vomiting. I lost
21 lbs, but was excited because I had a
solid pregnancy. After the first 3
months, I relaxed. I lost a child to
early miscarriage when I was 19 years
old. Now at 32 and wiser, I was scared
but hopeful. We made it through the
danger zone (or so I thought).
We spent an uneventful Thanksgiving
with family and friends. Making plans
for the baby's nursery. After
returning home from an exhausting week
of visits we decided that Christmas
would be at our home. On November 30,
1999 at 18 weeks 1 day, I sat down at
my computer and felt a gush of fluid. I
called my doctor right away, expecting
that my bladder was leaking. He sent me
to the hospital to be checked out. So
off to the hospital I went, Jamie and
the kids stayed at home. I didn't
expect it to be anything much, no
reason to wake the kids. I continued to
leak fluid on my way to the hospital,
but no cramps no pain. The nurses
checked me out and I tested negative
for amonic fluid but it definitely was
not my bladder. My doctor arrived
shortly, same results. I remained
overnight for observation and referral.
I called my husband. The next day I
began to bleed and thought this was it
I'm losing my baby. We didn't even
know what he was yet. My specialist
arrived the next day ordered an
ultrasound to check the fluid level. So
after 20 hours of gushing we had our
second ultrasound. Hey fluid looks
great, no visible rupture, and placenta
looks fine - by the way it's a boy.
No doubt, he was peeing. Well my
specialist was happy and wanted to
compete a fern test to confirm that it
was indeed NOT amonic fluid. Well when
testing me he saw the gushing fluid,
immediate concern. The fluid looked
exactly like amonic fluid, the fern
test - well it was negative also. I had
both doctors scratching their heads. My
specialist decided to play it safe and
treat me as if my water broke. Strict
bed rest, weekly follow ups until I
reached 24 weeks. He did advise me that
with a full bag of water I had a good
chance of resealing if it was a rupture.
The next week, I ended up in the
hospital again. Heavy bleeding, my
doctor checked my cervix - closed.
After 2 hours the bleeding stopped, and
I never experienced any cramping or
pain. They orderd another ultrasound,
no water. I had continued to leak all
week but nothing like the first two
nights. After consultation they decided
that I ruptured on November 30th and
was only leaking out the fluid the baby
was making. Well when I remained stable
I was sent home again. Cody and I hung
on with bleeding off and on but no
labor until December 25, 1999.
On Christmas day I woke up with dull
lower back pains. I was aware that it
was probably labor but I was hoping
no. The doctors would not stop labor
or delivery due to the high risk of
infection. Once labor started Cody's
time was up he would be born too early
or not. I kept my mouth shut, I didn't
want to ruin everyones Christmas. By
10pm that evening it was obvious labor.
I still did not tell anyone I just
prayed to God to hold off until
tomorrow, not Christmas day. At
midnight I woke everyone up. My
contractions were 3 mins apart. Off to
the hospital we went. At the hospital
my cervix was still closed. Hopes were
that I would take at least two weeks to
open. Our luck had ran out, labor began
to speed up around noon. Cody was born
at 4:32pm, at 21 weeks 6 days. He lived
until approximately 8:30pm. I was
allowed to hold him for a few moments
after his birth before I had to leave
for an emergency D & C. His father
remained with him until his death. I
woke up in recovery and my angel was
gone. He blessed our lives with his
presence.
Cody, mommy and daddy love you so very
much. We will hold you safe in our
hearts until we can hold you in our
arms again.
Love,
Mommy & Dadd
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