Hello Everyone.
I am writing this to basically express my journey through my second pregnancy with my daughter, who is now 14 months old. I became pregnant with my first child, who is now 8 yrs of age, when I was 17 years of age and gave birth at 18. Back then, I guess my body was fresh and could handle anything that could be thrown at it, because that pregnancy was a breeze. No morning sickness. No fainting. No nothing! So when I became pregnant with my daughter, at the age of 24, I felt everything would be fine. Think again. It seems like from the moment I found out that I was expecting the curse of the sickness became visible. I was constantly sleeping, which of course is normal, but I would get up just in enough time to get ready for work and then when I came home, I was sleep again. No time to look over homework or ask "how was your day?" to anyone. Luckily, I have a great fiance that was willing to take on everything that I had to dish out. Then, here comes the sickness. It felt like at one point, I made a pallet in the bathroom so that I would not have to go that far. I went through maybe a 3 month span of were I was just passing out for no apparent reason. I couldn't barely eat anything, crackers didn't work, nothing worked. Then I would say around the 4th month, things subsided a bit, but then they baby became distressed, which cause me to become stressed. I was taken of from work 4 months prior to delivery and placed on bed rest. At one point, my OB/GYN stated that she had a ring of fluid around her heart, then I was told that she had too rapid of a heartbeat. Eventually the fluid dissipated, and her heartbeat became normal, but she was determined to make an entry into the world a full 3 1/2 months early. I went into premature labor on my sons birthday, which is December 28 and was whisked to the hospital to have it stopped. I was given steroid shots just in case she attempted to come again, with hopes that her lungs would be strong enough to survive. This happened on 2 other occasions, but again, it was able to be stopped. So by this time, I am screaming for the doctors to induce me because I cant take it anymore. But they kept denying me. Every week while going to the checkups, I was hoping that they would tell me "its time." Very disappointed I was every time. When I was pregnant with my son, I didn't make it to my due date. I delivered 2 weeks early. So I just knew that it would be the same way. NO. The baby's due date came and I was like "I cant believe this...I need her to come...NOW!!!" Later on that evening I started experiencing slight pains in my stomach, non resembling any labor pains I have ever had, just slight pain. I went to my normal doctors appt the next day and told the doctor about the pain, very nonchalant and casual. The doctor checked me and said, just as casual as I did, "well you are 6 centimeters dilated, so its about that time." YES!!!! The day is finally here. We went to the hospital and everything was fine. Until about 4 hours later. Only thing I know is I was screaming for every drug they had. I received an epidural, but of course that wore off in just enough time for me to push, so every contraction felt like a wolverine was ripping off a limb. After about an hour of pushing, we welcomed our daughter, Caryss, March 16, 2007 at 9:52 pm 7lbs, 13oz, and you know what, I wouldn't do it any other way!