After being married for 2 1/2 years my
husband and I decided to try to get
pregnant. After being off of the pill
for 4 months, "cleaning out my system"
as advised by my doctor, we started
trying, 2 months later I was pregnant!
I got pregnant in May and Kaden
("little fighter") Noah Worczak would
be due on February 9, 2004. Little
did we know that God had other plans
for us. In August I started spotting,
brown like spotting and called my
doctor right away. She did a sonogram
and said that everything looked fine,
keep watch and if anything changes to
call her. I kept on spotting for 2
weeks until my next appointment, I
told her that I was still spotting and
she did another sonogram and took me
out of work. Again, she saw nothing.
A few days went by and I woke-up one
night with cramps and red bleeding. I
got to the bathroom, sat on the toilet
and the only way to describe it is to
say that I was peeing out of the wrong
hole. There was blood running like
pee into the toilet. I called my
doctor the next morning and she sent
me to see a sonogram specialist who
told me that the baby's heart rate was
normal (174) but the amniotic fluid
was gone. She advised that I talk to
my doctor about ending the pregnancy.
I went straight to my doctor's office
after that and spoke to my doctor, I
begged her not to end this pregnancy,
my baby has a normal heart beat...what
can I do? My doctor told me that we
can sit on it for awhile, I would have
to take my temp. twice per day, get
blood work done twice per week to be
sure that no infection was starting in
my body. She said she would do a
sonogram every week until the ruptured
membrane heals itself and the baby
continues to grow or until the baby
passes away. I accepted that and left
her office.
After 2 weeks the baby still had no
amniotic fluid. The baby's heart rate
was over 230 beats per min, in
distress and suffering. I was
bleeding a lot more and cramping, I
was 2cm dialated when I went to the
hospital, it was over. I went into
labor, induced by cervadill and
delivered him vaginally at 2:15am on
September 4, 2003. We were able to
see him, hold him and give him his
first, and last bath in our tears. He
looked just like my husband, his nose
and ears and he had my hands and
feet. We named him Kaden which
means "little fighter" Noah (God
always keeps his promises) Worczak.
He only was with us for a short time,
but we will love him forever, and he
now lay's safe in the arms of Jesus.
If any of you have heard anything
about this type of thing, or have gone
through it yourself and your story is
simular to mine, please e-mail me with
advise that your doctor has given you
to prevent this from happening again.
How long did you wait to try again?
Those kinds of things. Thank you for
allowing me to share my story.
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