At 14 weeks I had siginificant
bleeding that began about 2 am and
finished by 6. The ultrasound was
inconclusive but didn't indicate any
problems with the placenta.
At 19 weeks when my water broke we
went to the ER in the middle of the
night on the advice of my DO/midwife.
She wanted to make sure that it was
water and not blood since I told her
it was "rust" colored. The doctors
there diagnosed me with BV and after
an ultrasound confirmed that I had no
water. (They tried to look for
ferning but it was inconclusive.)
After being advised to admit right
away and induce, my husband and I said
we'd think about it and went home. We
knew what to look for in terms of
infection. I was on antibiotic for
the BV and didn't allow ANYTHING in my
vagina (to prevent infection).
We fully expected to have the baby
within days after reading a review of
the medical literature on mid-
trimenster proms. With each passing
week, we prayed that God's will would
be done here no matter what that was.
I began to hope for a healthy little
one but knew that with no measurable
water, chances were slim. I had two
episodes of bleeding during this time
but ultrasound showed they were not
related to placental problems.
(Although they couldn't swear on it
b/c of the lack of water).
At 31 weeks I went into labor hard and
fast. My husband rushed me to the
ER. I pushed the baby out (breech) as
soon as I arrived (much to the
surprise of the resident on duty).
She was stillborn. She probably had
been gone for at least a few hours but
they still worked on her to no
avail.
Prom stories are sad because they are
often about what might have been. In
our case, we were so grateful not to
have "terminated" the pregnancy. It
gave us a chance to love this baby.
For some reason she held on as long as
she did and then it was time for her
to go. We told our 2 1/2 year old
that Crystal Marie went back to God.
Carrying her for 12 weeks not knowing
what the outcome would be was an act
of faith that God and Nature know more
about what is right for that life that
I do or the doctors in the hospital
who are simply following
protocol.
So, I say follow your heart, turn your
situation over to God and do your best
to be at peace. Our mantra throughout
this was "Let Thy Will be Done, Oh
Lord, Not Mine."
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