This was my first pregnancy. My hubby
and I were married in 1997, and we
wanted to
put off having children until I was
finished school (I will have my MA in
Counseling Psychology in December,
2001!!:), but in January of2000, we
couldn't wait any longer, and it
seemed
like everyone but us were having
babies.
After trying for a while, I saw a Dr.
about infertility because my cycles
were
abnormal. She gave me Clomid, and
after
a romantic evening at a jacuzzi suite
in
Cape Cod, along withthe help of the
meds, we were finally pregnant!!! It
was
June 18, and I went to the doctors for
a
confirmation test, just because I
couldnt believe it was true!
My whole pregnancy went well, I never
had an ounce of morning sickness. I
did
bleed at nine weeks, but the doctor
stated it was becuase of intercourse,
so
we were extra careful after that. At
18
weeks, I woke up and noticed a pink
discharge, so I called the doctor and
she told me to come in at 1:15. I was
alittle nervous, particularly since we
did not have sex for a week, so I knew
I
could not be that. At 11, I went to my
mother's house to pick up a few things
before going to my appt. At 12:30, I
went to use the bathroom before
leaving
for my appt, and my water broke. I
just
broke out in tears when I looked in
the
toilet and saw the mucous plug and all
that blood. I then called 911 and the
ambulance took me to the hospital. The
ambulance workers were very concerned
that my pulse was so high (155). Gee,
do
you possibly think it could be because
Im loosing my baby???
While I was in the hospital, my doctor
told me I had no fluid left. she said
there was no hope, and that I should
get
induced. This was such a hard decision
for me to make, especially since my
baby
was still alive, his heart beating
away.
It seemed I could feel his movements
even more since there was no fluid to
buffer his kicks. I would cry every
night because I just could not make
such
a decision. The doctor told me even if
I
went full term, the baby's lungs would
never be mature enough to live, and
that
my chances for infection were high. On
Friday, October 5, I broke down
crying,
I just couldnt take the sufferring any
more, and I decided to get induced. I
was induced at 11, and I dialated 10
cm
in only 3 hours (thats why I knew it
must be an incompetant cervix).
Michael
Kwame Bonsu was born and died on
October
6. He was 9.5 inches long, 9 ounces.
He
looked to much like my husband, though
he had my lips.
Two days following my return home, I
had
to return to the hospital because I
felt
something "fall out of me". I thought
my
uterus collapsed, but it actually was
part of the placenta still inside me.
Thank god I did not need a D&c, but I
was placed on meds that gave me
contractions to get the rest out.
If I had only seen this website before
everything happened, I dont think I
would have gotten induced, and I would
probably have had more hope than what
the doctors had given me. I have now
changed doctors, just because my old
one
was very unempathetic and told me next
time around she shouldnt need to pay
any
extra attention to me because she
thinks
it was "just an accident". My new
doctor
is so much more caring, and sais it
does
sound like an incompetant cervix, and
that he will do what ever I need to
make
it through next time.
I miss Michael so much, but I know he
will always be my little angel.
If anyone has info on IC, please let
me
know! jbonsu@aol.com
Thank you for reading my story
jen
Jen's PAP
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