yesterday, someone asked me to tell the story about one of my six facts that i listed on my tagging exercise. it was the fact about my pregnancy...in which i said it was not confirmed that i was even pregnant until i was four months along. sounds weird, right? well, it's definitely a wild story...
PCD found out there was a little PCD in the oven on a thursday morning in early april. after many moments of disbelief, tears and jubilation mixed with fear, me and hubby started making plans to welcome whoever was in there. well, four days later, i started experiencing some difficulties. (in an effort not to startle anyone, i will spare the details). after a trip to the emergency room, i was told i was in the process of miscarrying. of course, i was devastated! and that night was horrible for me. after a few days, i decided that i should perhaps go to a new doctor to explore some new birth control options because i could not fathom the thought of experiencing that again. i went, he tested me and concluded that i was indeed done miscarrying, no longer pregnant and gave me my prescription. due to my worries, i did not fill it right away. i honestly wanted nothing to do with babies, baby prevention, baby production...so the prescription sat. in the meantime, i became very sad. i slept about 13-14 hours a day, every day. i ate one meal per day. it was usually mixed fruit. the idea and smell of food disgusted me. i lost 15 pounds and was ridiculously thin. by the end of may, i started experiencing some more difficulties in the reproductive area. so i made an appointment to go to the doctor. something told me to call the doctors at the hospital that i had visited a few months before.
they were full and since i was a new patient, i could not be seen for 3 weeks. by this time, my stomach had begun to protrude. it looked as if i had swallowed a basketball. i had convinced myself it was a tumor. how else could you explain the weight loss with no desire to eat, the fatigue, and the swelling of my stomach? well, i went in and told the doctor all of the happenings along with my theory of a tumor. she looked at me crazily. she asked me to take a pregnancy test and i complied. she came back in and told me it was positive. i dismissed her as saying that it must have been leftover hormones from my previous miscarriage. she chuckled and asked to listen to my stomach.
"that's a heartbeat!" she said. "WHOSE?" i asked. "not yours, its too fast." she replied. "YOU'RE PREGNANT!!! and by the look of your stomach, you're far along, so i need you to go here...here..here and here." i sat in a fit of hysterical laughter! i could not believe it! then i entered a state of panic. far along? enough to be visibly showing? i was worried because i had not taken any prenatal vitamins, i had an occassional glass of wine, i lifted heavy things, i lost a lot of weight and only ate fruit....then i crashed. how could this be?
after visiting all of the different departments, they concluded that i was four months along, completely missing my whole first trimester, which is the most important one! the baby, however 'looked' to be fine. i just had to have blood tests to conclude that. after all of the whirlwind, the doctor asked me more questions about why i thought the way i did and she went to the other wing of the hospital and got the report from the night i was told i miscarried. she discovered that while i did indeed miscarry, i was also still pregnant. originally, there were TWO BABIES! no one bothered to inform me...that was proven by the discharge papers i received that night.
you KNOW i was trying to sue the pants off of that place...but i had to wait to see if their negligence caused anything to be wrong with my baby. long story short, nothing was ever wrong with her so i had no case. but i must say that her birth has been one of the most amazing occurrences in my life. not only because she's just as fab as her momma PCD *wink* but also because of the crazy ride of my pregnancy. i missed the first 4 months, contracted gestational diabetes, AND had to lay on bedrest from august to november (UGH!) the point is that regardless to the insanity that is my story, my baby is beautiful, has NOTHING wrong with her and is extremely intelligent and personable. i could not be more thankful. only the Creator could have protected her and kept her thru all of that mess. and it could have gone soooooooooooo many ways, but it didn't and now i have this angel.
NAME A TIME WHERE YOU HAVE BEEN THANKFUL, WHEN THINGS WERE REALLY OUT OF YOUR CONTROL...AND NOT THE RAPPERS SPEECH LIKE "I'M THANKFUL FOR MY MOM OR FOR MY LIFE"