I became pregnant with my second child
and everything was moving along without
any complications until the end of the
20th week. I felt wetness in my pants
and I knew something was wrong. I
called my doctor and she told me to go
to labor and delivery. My husband met
me there. At first we were not sure if
it was a leak or discharge. The paper
test was negative and when the doctor
looked at a slide she wasn't sure. I
was at the hospital a day earlier for
an ultrasound so we decided to get
another ultrasound to compare
pictures. The pictures showed there
was less water but that didn't mean I
was leaking. They suggested get an
amnio done and inject a colored dye in
the sac to see if it leaks out. My
husband and I refused. We didn't want
to put another hole in the sac if there
was already one there. When I stood up
I felt a gush of fluid flow down my
leg. My doctor tested it with the
paper and it quickly proved to be
amniotic fluid. I was very upset, but
my doctor was wonderful. She admitted
me to the hospital for the weekend.
They put me on antibiotics and I was on
complete bedrest. I continued to leak
fluid throughout the weekend. Another
doctor visited and told me the baby
chances of survival were not in our
favor. I was very scared and didn't
know what to expect. My husband and I
believed if it was meant to be it was
meant to be, and I was going to do what
I had to do if the baby was going to
survive. All I hoped for was to make
it to 24 weeks so the baby had a
chance. After the weekend I could no
longer stay at the hospital because my
insurance didn't feel it was a viable
pregancy. I had another ultrasound and
I was sent home. At this time I still
had water. I was at home on strict
bedrest for a week and didn't leak. I
went back for another ultrasound. The
ultrasound showed I still had water.
The next day I began leaking again. I
went back to the hospital and stayed
there for two days. I was than
transported to a level III hospital
where I was going stay until delivery.
I met my new doctors and had an
ultrasound. This time they told me my
AFI was 7 and everyone seemed very
optimistic. I continued to leak and
was on strict bedrest. I couldn't even
get up to use the bathroom. I did
everything laying down and drank at
least a gallon of water a day. The
nurses asked my everyday about leaking,
bleeding and signs of infections.
Everyday I told them I was fine. I
made it to 24 weeks and they gave me
steriods. My next goal was 28 weeks.
They survival at that point was 90%. I
made it. I survived Thanksgiving and
Christmas. Each week they would do an
ultrasound and my AFI was always around
6. They told me to keep drinking my
water. At 32 weeks I was told they
would induce at 34 weeks. I couldn't
believe it. At 33 weeks and 6 days I
started contracting on my own. They
thought I would go into labor but I
didn't. I was in labor and delivery
for four days. My husband and I
thought for sure I would have to have a
C-section. My doctors really did not
want that to happen. After being on
pitocin two different days, 4 cervigels
and one meal, my son was born after
pushing for 10 minutes. With tears in
my eyes the doctor handed him to me and
all seemed well. He was 4lbs 15ozs. He
spent 10 days in the NICU. His lungs
were developed, but one had pneamonia.
He needed to be on antibiotics. I am
happy to say he is doing great. If I
could give anyone advice I would tell
them to take it week by week. Everyday
you are pregnant is a good day. I
would also advise them to drink, drink,
and drink as much water as they can.
And remember miracles can happen.
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