Last year, when I was reading BlogHer, I came across the information that October 15th was Pregnancy Loss Day. I decided right then and there that I would write about my baby, in time for October 15th of 2015, my 25th year after the miscarriage.
Let's start at the beginning. I am the mother of an almost 25 year old. 2 weeks to go, in that regard. He is my Halloween baby, who was originally due on New Year's Day. Thankfully for us...he chose a much better day to be born.
Earlier this year, it was the 25th anniversary of the day that my Husband and I saw our son for the first time.
Actually, we can't confirm which one is actually our son, since as you can see in the ultrasound, there are 2 babies who were in existence at that time.
I tend to think that the larger one, is my son...but God only knows for sure.
The day that this ultrasound was taken, happened to be the day that puppeteer Jim Henson died. We heard the news on KNX 1070 that morning, as we drove down into the Valley. You may wonder why we had to drive all that distance, but my doctor was there and you go where the doctor is.
We were so happy to see that we had twins growing and nothing could make us upset that day. It had been a long time coming...3 years, to be exact.
We had some help along the way, but it was not easy to accomplish and we ended up never doing it again. It was nothing majorly exotic, like you hear about today, but we did have a bit of help in the way of fertility treatments. This pregnancy took, whereas the others never got to the point of even making an egg that we could fertilize.
It was April when we had a round of fertility drugs and they gave me a shot, to kick start ovulation. I call them my Passover babies...because they were conceived the week of Passover. One of the many ironies, that this pregnancy had. Shortly after, they gave me a hormone test and I came back not pregnant. At that point they did something called an endometrial biopsy of the uterus. They told me that I would bleed a little and I did...but I never had my period. So a few weeks later, they decide to try to find out what is going on and that was when this photo was taken, on the morning of May 16th.
We now knew that we were pregnant and it was twins. Things went along fine, until early June. I had some bleeding and mentioned it to my OB/Gyn at my July appointment. When he listened for a heartbeat, there was only one. Our second ultrasound about a month later confirmed the fact that yes, there was one now, where there had been two.
We were saddened, but we were also so glad that we still had a healthy child growing. Summer turned into Fall and I began to get large. Just large enough to begin wearing maternity clothes and pose with a pumpkin in front of my house.
About 2 weeks later (as I mentioned in THIS and THIS post), I had my baby at 32 weeks gestation.
He was almost 4 lbs, so definitely viable, but sometimes I wonder what would have happened, if I had continued to carry both babies.
I really believe that God was watching over him. As they say, all things are possible with God.
I had my one baby and I had hoped to try, one more time, for another...but life, lack of money and medical problems put that to an end by age 40.
I cried when I agreed to the surgery, but I truly believe it was for the best.
To my baby, who did not make it. I thank you so much for all you did, to get my son to the point were he could survive and thrive. My levels were not registering that I was even pregnant. Just imagine if I had only had one, at that time. I probably would have miscarried him.
I believe my other baby, made it all possible.
Thank you, I love you.