The end of April 2007 I found out via HPT that I was pregnant. After having had a miscarriage 6 weeks before I can even begin to explain how excited and worried I was to be pregnant again.
Like every person who suffers a miscarriage the next time you get pregnant it is hard. You worry every moment that it is going to happen to you again... that maybe you are unlucky enough not to be able to conceive children. Well imagine my shock (and overwhelming sadness) when a week after my BFP I started gushing bright red blood.
Rushing to the hospital I prayed and pleaded with God for it to please not be happening again. I made every single promise I could and swore to live my life better and start going to church.
After 6 hours of waiting in the waiting room at out local hospital I finally got checked out. By ultrasound they guess me to be about 5w6d. There was a sac but no fetal pole. The doctors checked my levels which came back at 32000 and told me to expect a miscarriage since the heart should of been beating by then. They also worried that maybe it was a blighted ovum since my levels were so high.
I went home defeated. Lost. Sad. Lonely. I couldn't believe that it was happening to me again. I hated going to the bathroom and seeing all that red blood that just kept coming and coming... seeing the blood clots and knowing that I was about to loose another one.
Well, two days later my doctor sent me to get a repeat ultrasound to see if I had miscarried or if I was going to need a D&C. I cried the whole time in the waiting room and felt sick as I started to get onto the table to looked at. The tech rubbed the gel on my stomach (seeing no reason to do it internally for a lost pregnancy) and started moving the wand around on my stomach. I couldn't even look at the screen... I couldn't imagine seeing a little stationary bean or having them say that nothing was there at all anymore. After a couple of minutes the tech excused herself and went to get the doctor who came into the room and looked at the screen. After a couple of minutes of silence he said, "well I don't believe it... there is your baby right there and it has a heartbeat of 95!".
I immediatly looked at the screen not even daring to believe that it was true. But it was! There was my little bean with a beautiful little flicker for a heart and I just started bawling again. The doctor warned me that 95 was a little low and to not expect too much since we were still in the danger zone (which I didn't since hey I wasn't going to celebrate until I was holding that baby in my arms).
I continued to bleed for 5 weeks everyday with bright red blood and some clots. Then at 10 (almost 11) weeks it stopped and I got to listen to the heartbeat by doppler the first time that week and my baby had a heartrate of 173! I bought a doppler of my very own a couple days later so that I could listen to its heartbeat whenever I felt down or worried.
Believe me when I say that thing saved my life. I was a nervous nelly the whole pregnancy! But I can say that at 38 weeks while taking a nap my water broke and I ended up delivering my daughter (at the same hospital that said I miscarried) within 12 hours only having to push for 20 minutes!
My daughter (who is 4 1/2 months old now) is my miracle baby. I just want to give all of the ladies out there who have been told they were having a miscarriage and are scared to have hope and a little faith. I know how hard it is but sometimes everything does work out.





