Well didn’t really want to write about this but I will. An anniversary is coming up this week on Saturday, March 21st. Was hoping maybe I could sleep through it, but I really can’t and I can’t stop thinking about it so I guess that means I should write about it. First let me give you a heads up before you read anymore. If you are having a baby or are thinking about having a baby, then maybe you should not read this post. It doesn’t have a happy ending and I don’t want to upset anyone with my story. I have learned a lot from it, and it made me the awesome mom I am today. So with that said here is my story. I like the song, “I Need a Hero !!” And I definitely had one that day, my husband of course ❤
I was a 24 year old mother of a 15 month old son, Michael Jr. We were just starting our family. I wanted about 6 kids. I loved everything about being a stay at home mom. I loved being pregnant, I loved nursing my baby. I loved making a home. My life was just pure bliss.
When Michael Jr. was just 9 months old, we got pregnant again. It was just a little soon for both of us and it would mean I was going to have 2 in diapers in a 2 bedroom townhome/co-op. We didn’t have a lot of money and we were going to have to move into a larger place. So we started looking for a home to buy. It was more than a little stressful because we hadn’t been planning a new baby or buying a new house. But we just kind of rolled with it, life that is.
I had not been feeling as good physically with this pregnancy as I did in the first. I was just not connecting with the whole having 2 under 2 concept. Early on I had some spotting, which was a concern. My doctor told me to go get an ultrasound just to make sure things were okay. That kind of worried me, but I just went and did it. After the ultrasound, everything checked out okay. She said it was just implantation bleeding and not to worry. Well we made it past the first 3 months, the spotting had only happened that one time so I was relieved. Now in my mind I was guaranteed that I would have a healthy baby in 6 months. I was 24 years old and pretty clueless about life. I kept everything pretty simple. 1 + 1 = 2. Life was just easier that way.
I was your typical pregnant, young lady with a baby at home demanding all of my attention. I whined and complained. I was not very happy about the turn my life had taken. Now I really was going to be in the frying pan w/no money, no time for me. Work and more work was all I saw with bills and crying babies. We didn’t even have a house yet. I did quite a lot of feeling sorry for myself. The husband was more than a little stressed too. Putting up with me and then having to worry about providing for everyone. His cross was heavy.
I was entering my third trimester of pregnancy, so we decided we should get busy and start looking for a new place to live. I remember it was a gray, rainy Sunday when we decided to go look at houses. I can’t remember if we were with a realtor or not but my guess we were because I remember looking in houses that were on the market. While driving to meet up with the realtor, my stomach was having some very strange what can only be called contractions. But I thought this is just Braxton Hicks, those are not the real ones. Those are the ones just getting you ready for having a baby. But something was just not right and I knew it.
We met up with our realtor and went looking for houses. About an hour or so later, I started feeling something like water discharging. I became concerned so I went to the bathroom. Well it wasn’t spotting, but there definitely was something clear because my clothing was getting wet. I told Michael and we decided to cut the day short and head back home. My mother-in -law was watching Michael Jr. When we got home, I called my doctor and she told me to go to the hospital and get checked out. Well now I was really getting worried. It was way too soon to have this baby and very complicated so that it would no longer be classified as a miscarriage. So we left to go the hospital. As we were driving to the hospital, by stomach was still doing those weird motions. I quickly rubbed my stomach to make it stop and go away. I was really scared !!!
We got to the hospital and they sent us right up to Labor & Delivery. A nurse came in and she gave me one of those awful hospital gowns and told me to put it on so that the OB on duty could check me out. Well I thought this is just a formality and the quicker I get checked, the quicker I get to go home. The OB doctor came in and checked me out. He said everything looked fine and he didn’t see any evidence of me leaking water. OMG was I relieved. I couldn’t get out of that hospital gown fast enough and put my clothes back on and just go breath a sigh of relief. Go home and spend a boring Sunday night at home !!!!
As I was getting dressed, water started to come out again. This time it was on the floor. I buzzed the nurse and showed her what had just happened. She said wait right here and came back in with this dipstick looking thing. She put it in the liquid and it turned a color. She then said, “Get back into bed.” Oh no, I thought this can’t be good. That dipstick looking thing turns a certain color if it is amniotic fluid. It did and it was. The doctor came back in and started to re-check me. My whole world came crashing in this time. As he examined me, my water broke. There was no putting this one back together again. I screamed, “NO !!!” I knew this time I was going no where. I was not going home. Nothing would ever be the same again. The tears just flowed. I knew from that moment on our lives had been changed forever …. Our journey begins ❤