It all started in December 1988. I was told that it would be a miracle for me to ever get pregnant. I was only twelve, I was not thinking about children at that age. The doctor explained to me that I had endometriosis and that the only way to cure this would be to have a hystorectomy or to get pregnant. I ended up getting pregnant while I was in high school and the doctors were very skeptical at that time. From the time I was 4 months I was dialating. The doctors did everything possible to keep me from going into premature labor, which worked until I was 26 1/2 weeks. I spent a week in the hospital trying to maintain this baby inside of me for a few more weeks. By the time I was 30 1/2 weeks, my water had broke and I was already 4 centimeters dilated. The doctors could not stop the labor at that point because they had already given me the magnesium sulfate which had just a few weeks before stopped my heart. My son was born on May 30, 1994, a healthy 5 pound 10 ounce 17 inch long baby boy. After everything that I had gone through, he was healthy and able to go home with me. I thanked God and still thank God for my miracle.
In 1996, I underwent laporscopic surgery to get rid of the polyps that had developed once again. It was then that I found out I had hyperplasia and would never be able to have a child ever again. In 1998, I was feeling very sick, so just out of curiosity I went and got a pregnancy test done, negative. Ok I was fine. After a few weeks of being sick, I passed out at work and discovered that I had also ended up getting hypoglaucemia. The doctor took me off work for a few days, upon returning to work, we had some severe weather heading our way. I was extremely worried about my son, since I had gone through so much to bring him in this world and was told that I could never have anymore children ever. I tried to leave so that I could make the 1 hour trip to go get him from my sister. About that time I had this extremely sharp pain in my abdomen, i went to the restroom where I ended up bleeding. By the time I reached the hospital, I had already had a miscarriage. Keep in mind I did not know that I was even pregnant. The doctor said based on my uterous and the size of the baby I was approximately 6 weeks. That tore me up because I did not know.
A few years went by and in 2001, I started getting those same symptoms once again, I made another appointment with the doctor and yet once again, I was not pregnant. I ended up miscarrying with that baby at 2 1/2 months. I gave up trying to get pregnant ever again. Low and behold, in 2007, I got pregnant once again. Everything was going somewhat ok, then I started having these God awful cramps, so I went to the ER. The tech that performed the ultrasound said that she seen blood coming from the sac. The doctor said that the baby was fine and that I was just having growing pains. A week later, I went to see my regular doctor because that was the only time that they could work me in.
My doctor asked for an immediate ultrasound and they discovered at that time that my baby had already passed. I was almost five months. The doctors did not give me a name for what I had been going through or anything. I was bound and determined after three miscarriages and one premature birth that I was not having any more that God had blessed me with one child and that was all that I was going to get.
Well I am now pregnant once again. The doctors are not taking any chances with this one. I am 5 1/2 months pregnant and have already been diagnosed with IC, incompetent cervix. The doctor has already performed a cerclage and we are hoping that I can make it passed 31 weeks, with our fingers crossed. This doctor is performing ultrasounds every two weeks and checking me every two weeks. So I am hoping and praying that God will see me through and that nothing will happen to this baby or to my oldest one either.
