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Well finding out that I was pregnant with
my son was indeed a shock. I had had my second miscarriage
just two weeks prior to getting my positive result. We were
very much afraid that this could become a third loss for us.
We took every precaution we could think of. Which meant no
housecleaning, I convinced my husband of that one.
Due to being a high risk pregnancy, I was
afraid to tell anyone with the fear of losing the baby and
having to tell everyone that I had lost another baby. We even
kept it secret from our five year old daughter. After three
months of constant blood tests, and the use of progesterone
to keep the pregnancy going we were in the safe zone in terms
of losing the baby.
The pregnancy continued on fairly uneventful
but alot more uncomfortable than I had been in terms of skin
stretching and swelling in places you didn't think it could.
At around 23 weeks I had to be injected with a steroid to
help improve function in the baby's lungs as my daughter had
been born 6 weeks early and had breathing difficulties due
to this.
So at 38 and a half weeks I was more than
ready to deliver. That day I had been experiencing mild cramping
coming on every 7 minutes. So I called my husband after a
few hours and asked him to come home. By nine pm when my brother
in law came to baby-sit my daughter I was uncomfortable. We
headed to the hospital with the bag that I had packed since
I was 32 weeks. The doctor said I was 2 centimeters and broke
my water around 11pm. Labor was constant and intense but by
1:42am Tuesday October 18, 2005 my healthy baby boy had arrived.
The odd thing my mom noted was that I as
well had been born on a Tuesday at exactly 1:42 in the morning.
I was overjoyed and so lucky. Nothing was as special as seeing
my beautiful baby girl holding her little brother in her arms
proud as can be.
Sharon
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