Parenting

My first Pregnancy

I was 20 years old, engaged, working full time and had no plans to become pregnant. My cycle was irregular quite often, so being late didn’t seem like a huge deal. When I did the math I was 15 days late, so I decided to stop by the dollar store and grab a couple of cheap tests to ease my mind.

 
 
I got home from work that night to my fiancé outside playing with our dog. He was eager for me to let him know it was just a scare, no baby yet. I had just dropped the urine on the test when 2 lines immediately popped up. My mind began running about a million miles a minute. “How are we going to do this? We are not ready for a baby. We don’t even have a house. I don’t want to get married while I’m pregnant.”
 
 

I have to tell my fiancé. The nervous giggles kicked in. His reaction was simply a worried face and “What?”. I started laughing and crying while I told him the tests were positive. He couldn’t believe it. Maybe the tests are defective, we need a better brand. So we get in the car and head to the closest pharmacy.
 

 
While we were waiting in line, I felt so self conscious, as if everyone was looking at me and knew exactly what was going on. We finally got home with the digital tests, I downed a couple of bottles of water. Soon enough I was able to take the test.
 
 

We’re doomed.
 

 
This test gave a weeks estimation of 3+ weeks. We are doing this. We are having a baby.
 
 

When the shock finally set in, we decided to go ahead and tell our parents. My fiancé’s family was incredibly excited. They couldn’t wait. Telling my family was next. I remember walking into my parents house, my mom was in the kitchen, I asked if I could talk to her for a minute. So we sat down at the table and I just passed her my phone with the pictures of the pregnancy tests. Her response, “What is this? Am I going to be a Grandma?!” She was thrilled. My dad on the other hand, took a bit to warm up to the fact. He was very shocked, to say the least.
 
 

My pregnancy started out quite scary, at about 6 weeks I started having heavy bleeding. I called the doctor I was seeing soon, but they couldn’t give me any guidance as I was not an established patient. So off to the ER I went.
 
 

To this day that ER visit bothers me, the staff was so cold about what was going on. They did an ultrasound, they would not allow me to see the screen or hear if there was a heartbeat. They told me I had a 50/50 chance of my baby making it. That was it. The bleeding continued for 3 weeks. It was heavy enough that I needed a pad constantly.
 
 

After a few agonizing weeks, it was the day of my first OB appointment. They took me back for an ultrasound, and there was my little gummy bear. When they measured his heartbeat it was 142 bpm, I cried so much. Happy tears obviously, my baby was okay. They had no answer about why the bleeding happened, just that it can be normal. So I carried on with the picture of our tiny little olive sized baby.
 
 

 

 

The remainder of my actual pregnancy was not that bad, I had very little morning sickness. My cravings were simple, toast with butter or Publix fried chicken. The actual pregnancy went by with no more scary incidents, thankfully.
 

 
My due date was 2/16/2016

 
 
I was sure he was going to come late, but I was also sure he was a girl, so, surprise! I was wrong, on 2/5/2016 I was home from work, I made dinner. When I went to go to bed my back was hurting to the point I started crying. I took a hot shower, and by the time 12 a.m. rolled around I was still crying in pain. But it was my back, I wasn’t having contractions, this couldn’t be labor. (also, I was wrong again) We called the on call OB, she said to come in. It’s now about 1:00 a.m., contractions have started. They are 1-2 minutes apart. I thought I was going to die. Time to hope in the truck for a 30 minute drive to the hospital.
 

 
We arrived at the hospital got checked in. They hooked me up to monitor the baby. His heart rate didn’t sound right. Something was wrong, I knew it.
The nurses were prepping me for an Emergency c-section “just in case”. I was freaking out. At only 1 cm dilated and contractions coming 1 minute apart. I just wanted to know what was going on with my baby. They finally told me they were taking me back to the operating room. The umbilical cord was underneath his head, every contraction caused the cord to compress and that’s why his heart rate was so up and down. He was going into distress.
 
 

At 3:00 a.m. on the dot our perfect little man came into the world.
 

 
He was 19 1/2 inches long and weighed 6 pounds 6 ounces.
 
 

Just as traumatic as the pregnancy began, it ended. Thankfully with a perfect little boy.
 
 
 

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