I have had so many people share with me that they have had a pregnancy or infant loss. This page was intended for you to share your story. It doesn't have to be long, but could just be a sentence or two. Every loss is significant, regardless of how much or how little time you had with your sweet baby. I encourage you to share your story, and share the link with others who may have a story to share. Please.... tell me about your babies. Every life has a story, and every life's story deserves to be heard! :)
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Theo Nathaniel Ward was born on 4th April 2011 living for a few hours...
I found out in the previous October that he wouldn't live for long on earth, I thought my world had ended. Little did I know it's sort of when my life began. God did so much through that little boy. I gained the strength, faith and perseverance that I had been praying for for so many years. It saddens me that he can't be here on earth with me, but it brings so much joy to my heart knowing that he lives forever in the arms of Jesus.
I was 12 weeks along when our second pregnancy ended in miscarriage on February 15th, 2010. Later that same year, we were overjoyed to find out we were expecting our third child, Palmer Joseph. At the 20 week ultrasound, Palmer was diagnosed with Anencephaly. He was born June 1st, 2011 and his heart beat for 55 beautiful minutes. The beginning of his story and my journey can be found through my blog under the CaringBridge link.
http://palmerjoseph.blogspot.com/
Lucas Andrew was born Oct 20, 2011 at 25 weeks. 2 weeks before we had our ultra sound and everything was fine. The night before I was cramping and really sick. Thinking it was the stomach virus my entire family had that week. Woke up next morning not so good. Arriving at hospital trying to find heart beat for 30 mins no luck.
Having to deliver my son was the hardest thing. He weighed a pound and half and 12 inches long.
Three weeks later I went for blood work and ended up having a blood clot disorder. I encourage any women having a baby that has swollen feet at only a few weeks pregnant or never gaining any weight tell you dr (which I did but they wouldn't listen) and make sure they test you for a blood clot disorder. They won't do the test unless you have had a miscarriage which I think every women should get tested anyways.
My husband and I went for our OB appointment at 10 weeks with our second child, to find that Baby Hanners had stopped growing a week earlier. No heartbeat was found and unfortunately we were delivered the news the baby had passed on. Looking forward to seeing and holding our baby someday in Heaven.
My first loss was in April 2012 when I miscarried at 7 weeks. I was devastated but only a few weeks later we found out I was pregnant again! We thought it would be our miracle baby. Everything went well through my pregnancy up until 20 weeks.We went for the ultrasound to find out the sex of the baby and they couldn't find his heartbeat. The next day I delivered our beautiful baby boy, Louis Jr. He was a perfect 7oz and 9.5 inches. They found a twist in his umbilical cord which had prevented him from getting oxygen and that was why he passed. September 18th 2012 was the hardest day of my life, and probably always will be. I know that our precious baby boy is safe in the arms of Jesus and is watching over us, and for that I am thankful.
My husband and I found out on January 16, 2011 that we were expecting our first child. The pregnancy was rocky from the word go. The very day we found out we were pregnant, I was at the ER that night with a UTI. With meds, I got over this quickly; however, two days later (January 18, 2011) I fell on our icy steps when leaving the house on the way to work. I had intended to not let people know I was pregnant so soon; however, I was too excited (despite the fall)to keep it a secret and told people that I worked with that day. A few days later (January 21, 2011) I found myself again at the ER due to severe leg pain. We never got a real answer about the leg pain; however it was better before I even made it to the ER but I chose to get checked out anyway especially since I had fallen a few days earlier. An ultrasound was done and everything seemed to be on target for me to be approximately 5 weeks along. On January 25, 2011, I was again at the ER. This time I knew what was happening. I miscarried that day. Though it was so tiny at only approximately 6 weeks, a huge piece of us was missing when we returned home that evening. I was off work the rest of the week to try to have a little time to cope with what had just happened. My husband and I were both mourning the loss of the pregnancy and the loss of our baby. It was hard returning to work as a social worker and dealing with some of the families that I had to be around, especially those whose children had been removed from their home due to abuse or neglect. I couldn't make sense of it all. I searched the Internet for days to try to figure out "why" we had lost our baby. After a while, I was able to accept that our baby was never meant to be here on Earth. Despite this, we will never forget the short time we knew about our baby and the excitement we had from the very start.
Six months later, on July 2, 2011, my husband and I learned that we were again expecting. We welcomed a beautiful baby girl on February 24, 2012. She has filled our days with so much love and laughter. Someday I will share with her the story of her sibling. It may not be a long story, but it is one that I will never forget. Love my babies!!
You are very sweet to let others share their story, and thank you for sharing yours mama.
We found out in January that our first child, a boy, had trisomy 13 and a severe heart defect HLHS, both 'incompatible with life'. I carried him for 3.5 more months, leaning on God in ways we never had before, and doing our best to make wonderful memories with our son. On April 8th, Asher Isaac was born sleeping, a beautiful 5lb little boy. We miss him so much but are so grateful that he is with our Heavenly Father, fully healed, where we will see him again one day. Praise Jesus!
Our story is here: babyasher.blog.com. I just love sharing our little boy :)
I found out I was pregnant in December of 2013. We told family at Christmas, and everyone was so excited, especially our 4-year-old daughter. She had been praying for a baby brother for about 2 years. Everything was great until at almost 15 weeks, I started bleeding.
I was told it was due to a placenta previa. I was put on pelvic rest and told to take it easy.
Then at almost 19 weeks, I had 2 pretty big bleeding episodes, passed some huge blood clots, and apparently ruptured my membranes, because the scan they did the next morning showed almost no amniotic fluid. The doctors said I would most likely miscarry in the next 48 hours, and they might have to do surgery on me if they couldn't control the bleeding. I stayed in the hospital 4 days not even allowed to get out of bed. The doctors were surprised we made it that far, and let me go home on bed rest. Again all looked okay, and though I was still spotting, baby was still going strong and kicking. During this time we learned baby liked hot chocolate and Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. My husband and daughter both got to feel kicks, and we were hopeful for a miracle.
At 21 weeks 5 days, I had an upset stomach after dinner. I thought it was something I ate, and after drinking some mint tea and lying down for a while I felt better. At 3am the next morning I woke up and was having strong contractions. We went to the ER, and called some friends to take our daughter.
The ultrasound showed no heartbeat. About 2 hours later our baby was born still on April 13.
http://missingmikaylasophie.blogspot.com/ is where I am trying to sort out my emotions about it all. I am thankful that our little Mikayla Sophie (Who is like God in His wisdom?) never knew pain or suffering, but went from being enveloped in my motherly love in my womb, to being enveloped in God's fatherly love in His arms. I am thankful for those extra weeks I got to carry her and get to know her and feel her and shower her with love. And most of all I am thankful for the comfort that comes from knowing I will see my Mikayla again. That though I am missing her now, it is only temporary, and my current trials are not even worth comparing to the future glory that will be revealed! The Lord gives and the Lord takes away. Blessed be the name of the Lord!
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