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My husband and I tried for 5 years to
get pregnant. We went to several
different doctors and then finally to
a fertility clinic. They tried several
drugs and nothing ever worked.
Finally, after so many years, we
decided to stop. Then, 3 months later,
I was pregnant! I was so happy! I
thought, finally, it is all over.
Little did I know that it was far from
over. I thought the battle was getting
pregnant, I never thought I would then
have to fight to stay pregnant. At
first all was great, despite some
terrible morning sickness. (I was put
on zofran to stop the vomitting.) I
LOVED being pregnant. I never felt
better! Then at 27 weeks, I went in
for an ultrasound because of low
weight gain. I was just excited to see
our baby again. But, thank God, during
the ultrasound, they found I was
already dilated 1 cm. I was put on
strict bedrest for the duration of my
pregnancy, and was to see my doctor
weekly. I was terrified. Then, on
April 23, 2006, I woke up in a puddle
of water. I couldn't believe that it
was happening. I called the doctor and
rushed to the hospital. I was under
the impression that if your water
broke, you delivered right then. Not
the case. I was admitted to the
hospital to be monitored. I had blood
drawn daily for signs of infection,
and waited. The doctor came in every
morning, and every day I asked him the
same question, knowing that he didn't
know. I just wanted to know what was
going to happen! Then one morning he
came in and said what I feared most,
my white cell count was going up and
the risk was too high for infection. I
just cried. Seven weeks was too early.
The next morning they induced around
8:30. My daughter was born at 4:10 pm
that same day. She was 4 lbs and 13.8
ounces and breathing on her own!! She
was even crying. I was terrified that
I would not be able to hold her when
she was born, but after they checked
her out and made sure everything was
okay, they let my husband and I have
some time with her! She spent 12 days
in NICU, and the hardest thing I have
every had to do was leave her there
when I was discharged. But the NICU
staff was amazing, and I spent several
nights there at the hospital with her.
Isabella Maxine will be 1 on May 11,
2006. She is healthy, happy, and right
on schedule. You would never know by
looking at her now that she was a
preemie. Now, we want to have another
baby, and I am terrified. But the PAP
stories have given me some confidence.
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