Post by vivc on Jan 25, 2006 18:58:31 GMT -5
Hi! I'm one of the two admins. We created this message board, and its associated website, www.fightic.com, to promote education and awareness about incompetent cervix.
If you're here, you've been touched in some way by incompetent cervix - through a loss, a near-miss, or through someone you love.
I lost my first son to incompetent cervix. At 20 weeks, I noticed an increased mucousy discharge. I asked for a cervical ultrasound, and my doctor blew me off. At 21 weeks, it was worse, and I went back to see him, begging for a cervical ultrasound. He blew me off again. To this day, I wonder what would have happened if I'd left his office and gone to another doctor that day. At 22 weeks, I went back to my doctor again, with even more discharge, now tinged with blood. During an exam, he noticed bulging membranes. I was 3 cm dilated.
We wasted an entire day arguing with a useless "specialist" who refused to perform a rescue cerclage. Eventually, a nurse (our angel) referred us to another specialist. He performed the rescue cerclage at 22W1D, despite overwhelming odds against us.
We made it through the procedure. In fact, we made it another two weeks. At 24 weeks, my water broke (probably due to an infection or weakening due to being left bulging for so long). I received steroid shots, and our son, Rivelino Lee, was born at 24W6D (October 6, 2004).
He was perfect in every way - just tiny. 13 1/4" long, 1 lb 13 oz. He looked just like his Daddy.
At first, he did great. Both of his apgar scores were 8s - unheard of for a baby this premature. He screamed after he was born, until the moment they got the breathing tube in place.
Three hours after he was born, things started to go wrong. His white count was too high - a sign of an infection. He had trouble with the ventilator several times, until they figured out a special setting to help him breathe. Throughout the night, he began to have more and more trouble breathing. His heart stopped twice, but they were able to bring him back with medication.
The next morning, the doctors told me he was dying. My husband and I were with him, and he was able to hold on until my Mother was with us, too. Finally, his heart stopped, and there was no way they could bring him back. I was holding him when he exhaled his last breath. He was 14 hours and 43 minutes old. And that's his picture in my avatar.
This should never happen to any family. Through outreach and education, we CAN make a difference. And we will.
If you're here, you've been touched in some way by incompetent cervix - through a loss, a near-miss, or through someone you love.
I lost my first son to incompetent cervix. At 20 weeks, I noticed an increased mucousy discharge. I asked for a cervical ultrasound, and my doctor blew me off. At 21 weeks, it was worse, and I went back to see him, begging for a cervical ultrasound. He blew me off again. To this day, I wonder what would have happened if I'd left his office and gone to another doctor that day. At 22 weeks, I went back to my doctor again, with even more discharge, now tinged with blood. During an exam, he noticed bulging membranes. I was 3 cm dilated.
We wasted an entire day arguing with a useless "specialist" who refused to perform a rescue cerclage. Eventually, a nurse (our angel) referred us to another specialist. He performed the rescue cerclage at 22W1D, despite overwhelming odds against us.
We made it through the procedure. In fact, we made it another two weeks. At 24 weeks, my water broke (probably due to an infection or weakening due to being left bulging for so long). I received steroid shots, and our son, Rivelino Lee, was born at 24W6D (October 6, 2004).
He was perfect in every way - just tiny. 13 1/4" long, 1 lb 13 oz. He looked just like his Daddy.
At first, he did great. Both of his apgar scores were 8s - unheard of for a baby this premature. He screamed after he was born, until the moment they got the breathing tube in place.
Three hours after he was born, things started to go wrong. His white count was too high - a sign of an infection. He had trouble with the ventilator several times, until they figured out a special setting to help him breathe. Throughout the night, he began to have more and more trouble breathing. His heart stopped twice, but they were able to bring him back with medication.
The next morning, the doctors told me he was dying. My husband and I were with him, and he was able to hold on until my Mother was with us, too. Finally, his heart stopped, and there was no way they could bring him back. I was holding him when he exhaled his last breath. He was 14 hours and 43 minutes old. And that's his picture in my avatar.
This should never happen to any family. Through outreach and education, we CAN make a difference. And we will.
