Post by vivc on Jun 19, 2006 23:15:42 GMT -5
Exactly one month before my angel baby's birthday, I found out I was pregnant again. I spent the next month feeling guilty - guilty when I was thinking of Rivi and not the new baby, and guilty when I was thinking of the new baby and not Rivi.
Although I was thrilled to be pregnant again, it was next to impossible to believe that I would have a happy ending this time. I did have a wonderful medical team on my side. And I had a cerclage placed at 13 weeks and 6 days. I fully expected something to go wrong during the cerclage placement. But it didn't.
The next several months seemed to fly by even as they dragged. I wanted so desperately to get past the point of my loss. Each time I went to the doctor, I fully expected bad news. But I didn't get any.
Once I was past the prime IC danger time, I fully expected something entirely unrelated to go wrong - stillbirth, cord accident, you name it, I worried about it. But none of it happened.
Even while I was in labor, I fully expected something to go wrong that would steal my baby from me. A few things did go wrong - his heartrate deceled once and I had to suck on oxygen for hours. He was born with the cord wrapped around his neck, and even though the doctor told me not to push while she cut it, I couldn't stop. Then he didn't want to breathe at first...
But I have my miracle baby. He's here, and I now believe that he's really mine. For good. I'm still paranoid about SIDS and suffocation hazards. In a way, though, I think that makes me a more observant, cautious Mommy.
Welcome to the world, Dominici Russell C.! 5/3/06, 8 lbs 4 oz
Although I was thrilled to be pregnant again, it was next to impossible to believe that I would have a happy ending this time. I did have a wonderful medical team on my side. And I had a cerclage placed at 13 weeks and 6 days. I fully expected something to go wrong during the cerclage placement. But it didn't.
The next several months seemed to fly by even as they dragged. I wanted so desperately to get past the point of my loss. Each time I went to the doctor, I fully expected bad news. But I didn't get any.
Once I was past the prime IC danger time, I fully expected something entirely unrelated to go wrong - stillbirth, cord accident, you name it, I worried about it. But none of it happened.
Even while I was in labor, I fully expected something to go wrong that would steal my baby from me. A few things did go wrong - his heartrate deceled once and I had to suck on oxygen for hours. He was born with the cord wrapped around his neck, and even though the doctor told me not to push while she cut it, I couldn't stop. Then he didn't want to breathe at first...
But I have my miracle baby. He's here, and I now believe that he's really mine. For good. I'm still paranoid about SIDS and suffocation hazards. In a way, though, I think that makes me a more observant, cautious Mommy.
Welcome to the world, Dominici Russell C.! 5/3/06, 8 lbs 4 oz
