Mom to three little angels
Baby 1: Miscarriage at 8 weeks
Baby 2: Miscarriage at 8 weeks on February 23th, 2011
Born still July 2, 2012
Santo Domingo, Dominican Republic
My husband and I love children, and, like any young couple, we wanted to start our family and have many kids. But before we got married, my husband’s doctor told us that he had to go under surgery because he had a varicocele, and that would difficult him to get me pregnant; according to this diagnosis, without surgery, he couldn’t get me pregnant. But a couple of months after we got married, I went to the doctor for a regular checkup, while I was on what I thought it was my period, and that was when the doctor told me that was not my period but a miscarriage threat, and that I must keep rest. The next day that threat became a reality, I had a miscarriage.
Our second baby came a year and a few months later, this time we realized from day one that we were expecting. We took all the care necessary, we’re happy about the news, however at our eighth week, I started spotting. I went to my doctor’s office and he told us that the baby was not developing in the right way, neither the baby’s weight nor development corresponded to the weeks of pregnancy I had, and the spotting was a miscarriage threat, but my baby’s heart was still beating, and with a lot of care and rest my baby could make it. That same night, I woke up to go to the bathroom to pee, but instead of peeing, I bleed out. When I saw the blood, I knew I had lost the baby. The next morning we went to the doctor and in fact, I had a miscarriage and they had to do a curettage [D&C].
Ten months later, I was pregnant again, and, like the second time, I knew it right away; my nose was super sensitive, I was always sleepy and food made me nauseous. This time we had more care than ever, I stopped wearing heels, I cared more than ever for my diet and always went to my checkups.
At first, the doctor put me on progesterone pills ‘til the twentieth week. This time everything was going right. We were expecting a little girl, that we named Gabrielle Marie. The whole family was happy, my husband and I every night I talked to the baby and we played her music or sang to her, we never went to sleep without hearing her heart beat.
I was 39 weeks, due any moment from July 5. So, on July 2, I went to my last checkup, where they checked my weight, my blood pressure and then the baby’s heartbeat. However, the doctor couldn’t find a heartbeat, so the doctor told me that he would see how far long dilated I was. To our surprise I hadn’t dilated at all. The doctor did an ultrasound. The baby had died in my womb, her little heart that always was so strong had stopped beating, and she had defecated. First, I thought that the umbilical cord had strangled her, but it was very far from her neck. Then I thought that my water had broken, and since I was a first time mom I didn’t noticed, but my water never broke.
Two months have passed since my precious baby’s stillbirth and I still do not understand what happened to her. Not a day goes by that I don’t miss her or think of her. I feel a huge emptiness and pain. I try to think positively but it’s not working. I miss not having her in my life.
You can contact Claudia at firstname.lastname@example.org.