The sun always comes again
They say after the rain comes the rainbow. The sun will always come out again. They also say that things don’t always go according to “your plan”.
Many of you know my story of loosing a baby just over 4 years ago and being told I had an incompetent cervix a couple years later. Well we honestly had decided to not try again for children. We had one handsome and healthy boy and that’s better than what some have. We were happy with the life of just us three. We were totally fine with just having Brodie. I had tons of people tell me “not to be scared to try again”. Sure the fear was there, but that’s not the reason we made our decision.
Rewind to July 2019, we are getting ready to leave on vacation to Oregon and I had missed a few periods, but in all honesty, with my medical history it was totally normal to me. Even took pregnancy tests each time to just ease my mind, which all came back negative. What wasn’t normal was that on that Monday we were leaving for vacation, I threw up my coffee after a couple sips. I don’t just “throw up” coffee for no reason. So my little inquiring mind started rolling. I decided to take a test and guess what…positive! What on earth were we going to do? Cameron was fixing to be a full time student and I’m self employed. Of course the first things that came to mind were the panicky things. Second thing that came to mind was how on earth was I going to tell Cameron because like I mentioned before, we weren’t trying so it would be a HUGE surprise. Well my deliverance was TERRIBLE to say the least. I don’t keep things like that well from him. I mean if I buy gifts, he gets them as soon as they come in or even knows about them once I’ve ordered it. I just don’t hide things from him at all. So once I got back home to finish getting my stuff together for our trip, I have zero words and just decide to toss the pregnancy test at him across the bed while we’re packing our stuff. Like I said worst deliverance plan, looking back I probably should’ve done that a little different. I don’t even think I said a word lol. Of course this would be changing our lives and plans we thought we had. All we knew to do was go and enjoy our vacation and when we got back then we could handle it. I mean we literally were leaving to head to the airport that day so there wasn’t much I could do until we got back.
So the third set of panicky thoughts come rolling in, what’s our plan? How do we make this time successful to not experience a loss again? So once we get to Oregon, it’s 4th of July week, so businesses do close. I made a call to my doctor and talked to the nurse and she beings to explain how I will need to make an appointment for like 6 weeks from now and meet with the OB Coordinator and I’m like no… that’s not how this works lol. You tell my doctor that I have called and that I am pregnant. Please tell him then call me back. I can’t wait that long. Because of course all the fear is in the back of your mind. So once she calls back I had an appointment the day after we got back from vacation. Sure enough, pregnant. We mapped out our plan and what the next steps were to keep this a successful pregnancy.
So, next begins a daily pill for the next 6 weeks, followed by a surgery to sew my cervix closed, followed by lots of extra appointments with specialists and shots in the hips every Monday. At about 15 weeks I had lost 12 pounds and had been in the hospital numerous times for constant vomiting and dehydration. Was eventually diagnosed with Hyperemesis Gravidarum – long story short, you’re sicker than you’re supposed to be, have huge weight loss and this can cause complications. So thankfully we got that under control and your girl started gaining weight! Also about this time, I go in for a routine appointment with my specialists and every time I go they do an ultrasound, so I was really seeing her a lot in the beginning. The girl doing the ultrasound asks if I knew what I was having. At this point, I haven’t done my genetic testing that scans the baby’s DNA for abnormalities and tells you the gender and I knew it was still kind of early to be 100% sure. Well when I tell her no and that we planned on having a little 4D ultrasound done in a couple weeks to find out and she says “well honey I can tell clear as day, would you like to know?” So of course I say yes and she says it’s a girl and she flips it on the TV screen for me to see. So truthfully, I would’ve been happy either way, but Cameron and Brodie definitely wanted to add another boy to the mix. So you can only imagine how the delivery went to those two! Priceless. Everyone just “knew” I would be having another boy.
Fast forward quite a few more weeks and here we are at New Year’s Eve and celebrating 30 weeks of this bundle of joy! I have had feelings of being scared, emotional, excited, nervous and anything else you can imagine. I have almost made it as far as I was with Brodie. So fingers crossed and lots of prayers she continues to bake a little longer! Here’s to our caboose!!
Kate. Simply Living; 