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| This picture was taken at my first ultrasound. I was 7 1/2 weeks along |
| Henry and I had wanted a baby for a long time (click here to read why it took us so long). So, when I took a pregnancy test on the morning of November 21, 2001, I was shocked to see that it was positive. So shocked, in fact, that I took 2 more tests just to be sure! I was SO happy!! I told Henry right away and his immediate reaction was a casual “Oh yeah?”. I came to find out later on that he really didn’t believe it at the time. I was immediately nervous because my sister had lost 2 babies (after having a healthy son) and my mom had lost one also. My sister received progesterone shots with her 4th pregnancy and went on to have my sweet little niece, Arminda. So, I wanted to get in to have my progesterone levels checked right away. The midwives I had chosen to go to thought I was being silly as they didn’t want to see me until I was 12 weeks along (that seems ridiculous to me- especially for a first pregnancy when I’ve had problems in the past). I finally convinced them to get me in when I was 6 1/2 weeks pregnant. They tested my progesterone level and it was borderline. So, they prescribed some progesterone pills (Prometrium) for me and had me come in the following week to check my levels again. |
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| Our baby, Hayden |
| The nurse called me that day and told me that my HCG levels hadn’t changed in a week (they’re supposed to double every 48 hours in a healthy pregnancy). I immediately started crying- I just knew our baby was dead. I wouldn’t know for sure for 3 more days as they couldn’t get me in for an ultrasound any sooner. Henry kept telling me not to worry until we knew for sure. But, I was convinced that the baby had died. Finally, that Friday came and I went in for the ultrasound. We had to wait in the waiting room for a LONG time and I had to pee because of all the water they make you drink. The ultrasound tech looked at the screen without saying anything and we couldn’t see anything. So, we were pretty sure our fears had come true. She then told me to use the bathroom and then she did a vaginal ultrasound. Suddenly, we saw a tiny little baby on the screen with a heart beating a mile a minute!! She pointed out the baby and then the heartbeat. I sounded like an idiot when I said “What does that mean?” She said the baby was alive and looked healthy, measuring just right for 7 1/2 weeks. I started crying and Henry was holding my hand with tears in his eyes. At that moment, I really bonded with our baby. He was real and he was ours. We were SO HAPPY! We went to Pizza Hut with my family that night to celebrate. Next Page |