“What?!” I said as I watched the blue line appear on the pregnancy test. This was the first time in ten years our prevention had failed. I was overdue for a cycle, but that was normal. Since this one was especially late, I finally decided to test. Continue reading
This is another post in a series on how God has changed me through the ups and downs of pregnancy, childbirth, and miscarriage. (View the previous post here, or start at the beginning here.)
“You don’t want to have a baby on the floor, do you?” someone called out.
I looked up and saw two labor nurses approaching me with an empty wheelchair.
“Do you think you might feel like pushing soon?” asked the other nurse as she helped me into the wheelchair. Continue reading
“I think you should take Brayden to Amy’s house now,” I told David. Labor had been mild and erratic since kicking in the night before. I had spent the day packing, napping and waiting. Finally it was evening and a contraction had grabbed my attention. Continue reading
“What position is she in?” I asked the sonographer during one final ultrasound.
“She’s head down.”
“But which way is she facing?” I asked. After all my reading, I wondered if Brayden was face-up (backwards) in labor, but there was no way of knowing. Continue reading
“You dodged a bullet on that one!” the Obstetrician said as he entered the room. He had just reviewed my 30-week ultrasound checking the status of my placenta previa. “Our rule of thumb is the placenta needs to be 2 centimeters away from the cervix for a vaginal delivery. Yours measured 2.1 centimeters.” Continue reading
“Why don’t we choose her name?” David said after we came home from the ultrasound. He knew I needed to focus on the happy news of carrying a girl, instead of her risky situation. We pulled our original lists from two years prior, printed more lists from online, and sat down at the kitchen table together. After awhile, we decided “Lily” was still our favorite. Continue reading
“Have you had any bleeding?” the sonographer asked.
This doesn’t sound good, I thought. It was my 20-week ultrasound, and my husband, sister Heidi and I had just learned I was carrying a girl. My first daughter!
“No,” I said. “Why?” Continue reading