Everything was fine.
I was just standing there, waiting in
line for lunch at burger king when my
water broke.
I called my husband at work and asked
what I should do, he said "Go to the
hospital, I'll meet you there" and he
showed up at the same time I did.
My Dr. was kind, but he gave us the
straight dope about what the most
likely outcomes were. We stayed in
the hospital that night...we stayed in
the hospital for four nights,
actually, and nothing happened.
We went and sought a specialist the
day after I was released from my local
hospital (We happen to reside in a
city with the finest NICU in the
world, along with a team of
extraordinary high-risk ob-gyns)
They said they would take us at 23
weeks, but, hopefully, later.
Unfortunetly, at 23 weeks and 0 days,
I started having pretty bad
contractions.
We went to the hospital. They started
amnioinfusion, antibiotics, and gave
me steroid shots....all for naught;
the contractions kept squeezing the
cord and our baby's heartbeat was not
doing so well. He kept bouncing back
though.
At three in the morning, a day later,
our son, Sol's heart stopped.
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