BriarPho
11-23-2010, 06:14 PM
Hi, my name is Elizabeth and I'm twenty years old. My husband and I were married in March of 2008. We wanted to start a family soon, but I was still on birth control because we wanted to have some "us" time first. After a little over a month of being married, I miscarried without knowing about the pregnancy. Thinking it was because of the birth control, I stopped taking them. Two months later, we found out we were expecting. I lost that baby two days after discovering the pregnancy. I was devastated, but I wanted a baby, and so I agreed to keep trying. After another three months, we became pregnant again. I was terrified of taking a pregnancy test and having it confirmed, but I did. We went into the doctors office for a ultrasound at 8 weeks or so, and she told us we were expecting twins! I was so overjoyed, I cried. It felt like I was being given back the babies I had lost.
Two weeks after the ultrasound, I started cramping and bleeding heavily. I immedietly ran to my Uncle, who's a doctor, and he gave me an ultrasound after opening up his office for me. My whole family knew at this point about the pregnancy and the twins, and a few of my family members were there with me in the office. My Uncle asked them to leave the room after staring at the screen for several minutes, and after they all left except for my husband, he told us that we had lost one of the twins. It was a miracle we didn't lose both of them, and I was so thankful for that, but my heart broke for that second child.
He told me that my body may continue to flush out the remaining baby, and I had to be prepared for that. It may also be that my body will keep this baby, but it may have 'issues'. I was put on bed rest for several weeks until I was well into my second trimester. Everything seemed fine with the baby, and at 19 weeks we opted to find out the sex. A Girl! Both my husband and I were very happy with our little princess. At 27 weeks, I went into pre-term labor for the first time. Between that first time, and when she was born at 34 weeks, I had gone into labor four different times. I was on two different medications to stop the contractions (a shot and a pill) and put on bed rest. I was allowed to get up and pee, that was about it.
Today she's happy, healthy, and aside from being slightly behind developmentally, she's perfect. She'll be two this January, and my husband and I want to have more children. The only thing is, I'm terrified. Not of the prospect of having more children, which I really really want, but of miscarrying again. I know a few women who have going through this, and I'm sure many can say their stories are worse and that I'm lucky to be a mother at all. I know this, and I'm not doing a pity party but... Losing those babies...it's so hard, and there's not a night that goes by that I don't wish I didn't lose them.
My question is this: do you think that the risk of miscarriage outweighs the joy it would bring to our family to have a second, and maybe eventually, a third child?
We want several children, and I've had several doctors tell me they don't know why my body rejected those early pregnancies, other than it may have been chromosomal. What do you think?
Two weeks after the ultrasound, I started cramping and bleeding heavily. I immedietly ran to my Uncle, who's a doctor, and he gave me an ultrasound after opening up his office for me. My whole family knew at this point about the pregnancy and the twins, and a few of my family members were there with me in the office. My Uncle asked them to leave the room after staring at the screen for several minutes, and after they all left except for my husband, he told us that we had lost one of the twins. It was a miracle we didn't lose both of them, and I was so thankful for that, but my heart broke for that second child.
He told me that my body may continue to flush out the remaining baby, and I had to be prepared for that. It may also be that my body will keep this baby, but it may have 'issues'. I was put on bed rest for several weeks until I was well into my second trimester. Everything seemed fine with the baby, and at 19 weeks we opted to find out the sex. A Girl! Both my husband and I were very happy with our little princess. At 27 weeks, I went into pre-term labor for the first time. Between that first time, and when she was born at 34 weeks, I had gone into labor four different times. I was on two different medications to stop the contractions (a shot and a pill) and put on bed rest. I was allowed to get up and pee, that was about it.
Today she's happy, healthy, and aside from being slightly behind developmentally, she's perfect. She'll be two this January, and my husband and I want to have more children. The only thing is, I'm terrified. Not of the prospect of having more children, which I really really want, but of miscarrying again. I know a few women who have going through this, and I'm sure many can say their stories are worse and that I'm lucky to be a mother at all. I know this, and I'm not doing a pity party but... Losing those babies...it's so hard, and there's not a night that goes by that I don't wish I didn't lose them.
My question is this: do you think that the risk of miscarriage outweighs the joy it would bring to our family to have a second, and maybe eventually, a third child?
We want several children, and I've had several doctors tell me they don't know why my body rejected those early pregnancies, other than it may have been chromosomal. What do you think?