After many many attempts, about ten IUI’s and clomid and repronex and superovulation, we landed at the IVF clinic and got pregnant for the first time on the very first IVF. Yes, that actually did happen to me, although it is mostly a blur now. It wasn’t even so long ago, a little over one year. At Christmas, when I was coming back home from visiting my parents, at 20 weeks gestation, I lost my mucus plug, and went to the hospital to get checked out.
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The random number generator (aka ~ my 6 year old) chose comment #25.
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At the hospital I was hooked up to the machines and there was his heartbeat, and it looked good! But he wasn’t moving. The on-call doctor came in. As soon as he came in and saw the tape with Teddy’s heart rate tracings, he said we need to have a C-section, an emergency c-section, right now. What a shock! But I was less scared then than I was when I was at home feeling no movement. I knew he was alive, I knew he would be taken care of, and I knew he was old enough to survive even though he was early. He would be ok now. So I called my husband and told him and he was totally unprepared too, we weren’t expecting him for 5 more weeks! Both of our other sons were late! He went about making the phone calls, getting the babysitter, getting his mom and sister to come, throwing together things we might need – we didn’t even have a bag ready for the hospital yet.
In the next several minutes I was wheeled down to the C-section room, they called my doctor (Dr. K) to see if she wanted to come in, and she did! She got there so quickly and I remember her saying, “I’m here,” and it was like my mom had said it, don’t worry honey, I’m here. Nurses were rushing everywhere and getting everything ready and then they put me out.
Carleigh’s story actually begins before she was even conceived. It begins back when God was preparing me for her not long after her sister Kyndra’s birth on January 10, 2008. During this time I came across stories of families who had received a fatal prenatal diagnosis and chose to carry to term. I poured over these stories. I read more about their diagnoses. I just felt drawn to them. I would’ve told you then that nothing like that would ever happen to me. Stuff like that always happens to other people. Boy, was I wrong.