My PROM story:
Honestly, I don’t even know when my
water broke all I know is by the time I
had gotten to the hospital, I had no
fluid left. Here is my story:
I am 29 and this was my first pregnancy.
I have been with my fiancé for 6 ½
years and you can say we have been
trying to get pregnant for about 2
years. We didn’t count days or anything
like that, we just never used
protection. After 2 years without using
protection, and not getting pregnant, I
was starting to get nervous. In March
of this year I had a false alarm. My
period was a few days late and I thought
this was it but then I got my period and
it crushed me. I was really upset and
truly thought I wasn’t able to conceive.
The next month I decide to actually
count days and do it the ‘right’ way.
The following month, in May, my period
never came. I took a test on May 8th
and it was the happiest day of my entire
life. I cried, I laughed, I cried some
more…it was an unbelievable feeling. You
can say the problems started almost
right away. 2 weeks later, I was 6
weeks, I started spotting. I
immediately freaked out. I hadn’t seen
a doctor yet because I had just found
out and my appointment wasn’t for
another few weeks. In the building I
work in there is an OB, so I went right
upstairs and explained to her what was
going on. She sent me for an emergency
scan. The scan came back fine. The baby
was there and the heart beat was very
strong. It was an amazing feeling,
hearing my baby’s heartbeat for the
first time.
By the time I had my first appointment
the spotting had stopped and everything
seemed to be going well until a few
weeks later. At about 11 weeks I woke
up covered in blood. It was the
scariest moment in my life. My entire
bed was covered in blood. I started
yelling and my fiancé picked me up and
brought me to the bathroom. I hopped in
the shower were I continued to bleed.
It was as if someone had opened a
faucet. It was not stopping, it just
kept coming. I also passed several huge
clots. I thought “I’m losing my baby”,
who wouldn’t think that? I had never
seen so much blood and it scared the
crap out of me. I called the emergency
number for my doctor. (I went to a
practice were there were 4 doctors and
whoever was on call would be the one you
would deal with. I had a main doctor
who I saw on visits.) One of the other
doctors called me. She was very blunt
with me and told me that there was no
point in going to the hospital because
if I am miscarrying there is nothing
they can do to stop it. This was about
5 in the morning. She told me to wait
until 9 and go into the office because
if they had to they would perform a D &
C. Needless to say I cried the entire
time until I got to the office. They
did a scan and the baby was there,
swimming around and making faces at me.
It was such an overwhelming feeling I
cried.
I ended up having a huge blood clot in
my uterus. The doctor explained that
sometimes the uterus doesn’t properly
absorb the extra blood a pregnant
woman’s body produces causing the clots.
I was put on bed rest for a week. After
the week, I passed the rest of the clots
and the bleeding finally stopped. I was
about 17 weeks when the spotting
completely stopped. I had my regular
appointment and I was told that the
pregnancy should be smooth sailing from
now. My clot hadn’t come back and the
baby was actually bigger than he was
supposed to be. I found out the sex
early because of all the scans I had
done. She also told me that at my next
appointment, @ 24 weeks, they were going
to give me a steroid shot to help
develop the babies’ lungs. She said
that because of the bleeding early on
that I was at risk for preterm delivery.
This freaked me out a little but I was
willing to do anything to ensure my baby
would be healthy.
About 3 or 4 weeks later I notice my
discharge getting heavier, so heavy that
I had to use pads. I commute to work on
the train and one morning I leaked so
much that I wet my pants. When I got to
work I was so scared that I had broken
my water, I was about 21 weeks. I
called the doctor who had me go in right
away. Again, my main doctor was not in
and I had to deal with the same doctor
who dealt with the blood clot.
According to her, she did all the tests
they do to check if the fluid was
amniotic and everything came back
negative. She basically said I was
urinating on myself. So every time I
would feel like I was leaking I just
thought my baby kicked my bladder and
caused me to wet myself. I had a hard
time believing that I was peeing on
myself, especially since I went to the
bathroom every 5 minutes, but doctors
know best, right?
The night before I went into labor I
didn’t feel right. I knew something was
off but since I was in and out the
doctor’s office and every time I went
nothing was wrong, everything was fine,
I thought maybe I was being paranoid so
I said nothing. The next morning, I
felt a little cramping. On the way to
work, I leaked again and this time it
was a lot. At this time I was working
part time due to so much time off I was
taking, so I waited until it was time
for me to go and went in to see my
doctor. The whole time, from 8 am to 1
pm, the pains just kept on getting worst
and worst. I felt horrible and I just
knew something was not right. When I
got to the doctor they hooked me up to
the fetal machine. About 10 minutes
later I started bleeding, so much that
they couldn’t test whether or not I was
leaking fluid. She told me I had to go
to the hospital so they can check the
fluid. I walked to the hospital, yes I
walked, it was only 2 blocks away and I
honestly, didn’t think I was going to go
into labor. Somehow I thought they
would be able to stop it because I
didn’t realize I was leaking fluid.
When I got to the hospital, I was
admitted and they did a scan. The scan
showed that I had no fluid left and the
baby was coming out and nothing could be
done to stop it. They didn’t know what
caused it, why I went into labor. They
wanted to “help it along”, which meant
they wanted me to kill my baby. They
were concerned that I would bleed to
death. I refused; it didn’t matter to
me that my life was at risk. Actually
it didn’t even hit me until after the
fact. His prognosis wasn’t good. They
gave him a 5% chance of leaving the
delivery room and that was if I decided
to have a c section. Which, If I
decided to have a c section I would be
putting future pregnancies at risk. The
type of c section they had to do would
force me to have a c section with all
pregnancies and my chances of carrying
full term would drop significantly. It
was a tough decision but I just could
not risk future pregnancies so I decided
to deliver naturally. They did not
induce me; he came naturally about 3
hours later. Jacob David was born @
8:28 PM on September 13th. He was a
pound and a half and perfect. Before I
gave birth I told them that I wanted
them to do everything possible to save
him. I was told that it depends on
whether or not they would be able to put
the tube down his throat. Since he was
bigger than expected, they were able to
do it. He stayed with me for 10 hours
before he passed away. His lungs were
just too under developed and he couldn’t
breathe on his own.
It has only been 6 weeks today and I
still don’t understand why it happened.
I have an appointment with a high risk
tomorrow. Hopefully, they can figure
out what happened and give me the OK to
try again.
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