My husband (Lonny) and I had tried
having a baby for five years when we
seek'ed out fertility help. We did
clomide at first then moved on to six
IUI's (artificial insemination), then
we moved on to the IVF. The first IVF
I
miscarried at 6 weeks with twins in
May
of 2003. We tried IVF again in August
of that same year. To our great joy
we
found out the IVF took and we were
expecting twins again. At six week
of the pregnancy I start to spot very
lightly, so my doctor extended my
progesterone. Everything was going
smooth and I stopped spotting, and we
started to decorate the babies room.
At 13 weeks pregnant I woke to blood
filled underwear. We rushed to the
hospital and they told me I would
probably miscarry within 24 hours, and
they discharged me and sent us home
with miscarry papers. Thankfully I
made it threw the night and everything
seemed to be better, my OB sent me to
a
high risk doctor after that. The
spotting slowed down and I stopped all
together, everything seemed to start
to
go smooth once again. My new high
risk
OB said that Baby A's placenta was
sitting on my cervix, and he was
hoping
she would move up as my pregnancy
progressed.
We finished the babies room and set
both cribs up and had everything ready
to go. I know it was a little early,
but I just couldn't wait to finish
their room. Then again at 16 weeks to
our horror I started to spot again. I
went to the doctor the next morning
and
they said everything looked fine, and
the doctor said stop worrying so much,
and to take it easy.
We found out at 19 weeks that we was
expecting a boy and a girl. It was
the
happiest day of our lives, the doctor
said everything looked good.
Christmas
was just around the corner and we
began
to shop and bake cookies. Saturday
Dec. 27, 2003, I was about to turn 22
weeks, the next day, we had shopped
and
went out to dinner, when we got home I
felt sick and not feeling so good. I
went to bed and woke up at 3 am with
blood filled underwear once again.
This time seemed like more blood then
the last times, so we called the on
call doctor. He told us to go to the
closet hospital and have them evaluate
me and to call him. To our disbelief
the hospital would not call my high
risk doctor because he wasn't on staff
at there hospital. I never did have a
doctor check me, just the nurse and
she
talked to a OB of that hospital on the
phone. He felt I was ok and
discharged us to go home and lay on my
left side and drink water.
We did not feel right about this and
we
headed to the high risk hospital an
hour away. Time we got to the other
hospital it was 5 am and I was having
contractions 1 to 1 1/2 minutes apart
and I was dilated to 1 cm. Our baby A
was bulging in to my cervix, I was
rushed to labor and delivery and put
on
magnesium. As soon as they got that
magnesium in me I through up all over
and the pressure made my baby A's sake
rupture in a big gush. It was the
worse night of my life. Thankfully
they did keep the contractions down.
I
was hospitalized and prayed they would
stay in as long as possible, and it
was
the beginning of a month long hospital
stay.
At 23 weeks and 5 days my contractions
began to pick up and they could not be
stopped. My baby A my girl was coming
and we couldn't stop her, I had her
and
I was only dilated to a 3. January
9, 2004 at 7:48 pm my baby girl came
into this world and went to Heaven
11:40pm in her daddy's arms. She
weighed 1 pound 3 oz, she was so
beautiful and even opened her eyes.
Her
name was Zoey Rochelle, I gave her my
middle name. The meaning of Zoey if
Life, and for my baby girl that means
eternal life with Jesus.
They slowed the contractions down with
tons and tons of magnesium, pitocin,
and procardia. They gave me so many
fluids I had gotten fluid on my lungs
and was very very sick. They kept my
baby boy in for 17 more days. It was
just another day at the hospital when
they came in and did an ultra sound,
finding out he was bulging like is
sister had done. His leg and cord was
in my vagina, and I had dilated one
more cm to a 4. So at 26 weeks and 1
days I was rushed into emergency c-
section and my baby B my boy came into
the world screaming, on January 26,
2004 at 6:46. We named him Levi Lance,
he has his daddy's middle name. I
found Levi's name in the bible and
fell
in love with it.
Levi spent 104 days in the NICU at
Children's Hospital, and came home on
Mother's Day May 9. The best Mothers
Day present a mommy could get. We have
already discussed doing IVF once more
for another baby, but another baby
could never replace our beautiful
Zoey. Please feel free to email me
anytime.
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