After two losses early in my pregnancy I
felt blessed to be pregnant agian.
This story begins on a darker note. It
all started at 30 weeks after haveing 2
previous clear pap-smears and never any
bacterial problems in my life, I found
out I had bacteria vaginosis. My doc
told me I would be fine and so would the
baby, she gave me metrogel and told me
eveything would clear up. Well
unfortunately I ended up getting rid of
the BV and getting a yeast
infection......
Well, Saturday morning I awake and got
something to eat. I was walking when all
the sudden I had a small gush of fluid
come out. It was like my old discharge,
but more watery and clear. I thought
nothing of it, even though I had a whole
bunch of gushing that day. I finally
told my husband and he requested I go to
the hospital. I thought it was nothing
and not wanting to seem like a ninny I
just went to work instead. Things just
got worst, by the time I was about to
leave work, my pants were wet and I
filled 2 pads. I was worried to peices.
I remember driving home and feeling him
move inside me thinking , "Gosh it hurts
when he moves!" I knew something was
wrong. I said nothing to my husband and
started to get ready to go to the
hospital, finally he asked where I was
going and I told him the hospital. He
got angry because I was gonna leave with
out him. I just felt stupid.... Well
when we got there I started to contract
and feel really bad, I went up to the
nurse and said "I think I am going to
have my baby!" She wasted no time
bringing me up to the room and getting
me checked in. They hooked me up to a
fetal doppler
and a contraction machine. I was having
strong contractions every five minutes.
They gave me an ultrasound and saw that
I had no amnotic fluid left. I got to
see my guy moving in there and I felt
better. Well they put me on absolute bed
rest untill my baby was born, I wasnt
even to leave the hospital untill he was
born. They stopped my contractions and
gave me lots of antibiotics. I was woke
up every hour , on the hour so they
could take blood, do my blood pressure,
find my babys heartbeat and take my
temp. I couldnt lay on my sides because
the fetal doppler would lose his pulse
and the nurse would come in and find it,
waking me up... Needless to say I was
sooo tired in cramped up for the next 3
days.
Tuesday morning I woke up miserable, I
didnt want to eat or sleep and could not
get comfortable, my whole body was
burning up. They took my temp and it
spiked to 101.5 and my blood pressure
was low 126 over 45 , my babys heartbeat
increased also. So my doc ordered a
ultrasound, it wasnt that great, my baby
would not move at all and that very
unusual for him. To come to think of it
he stopped moving all together. A blood
test confirmed the worst, I was starting
to become infected, my white blood cells
were up to 20. My doc came in and told
me I would need to get the baby out in
order to make sure he didnt get
infected, I would have to do it very
soon. He said I needed a c-section
becuase I wasnt effaced or dialated even
after all my contractions. So I called
my husband home from college. I was SOOO
scared, they led me back around 5:30
gave me an epidoral (wasnt as bad as I
thought) my husband came, and at 5:52 pm
, he watched his son come in to the
world. The little guy came in to the
world screaming!(they told me he
wounldnt cry) He weighted 5 pounds 2
ounces and was 16 1/2 inches long at 33
weeks!
He is doing fine now, 8 months old and
is 21 pounds and 30 inches long!
He is expectiong a brother or sister in
the spring of next year god willing!
Thanks for reading my story!!!
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