My Miracle Baby

My miracle baby is 2 months old!

I truly do believe that this precious boy is a miracle straight from God.

In April of 2012 I missed my period. A few days went by... I didn't really think anything of it. I thought "Oh it is probably just late" then a week went by and still no signs of it. By a week and a half I was getting pretty nervous and thinking that I may be pregnant. I was working in another city near by where I live for that week only to help out another department of my job prepare for a big annual video awards event. This event is much like the Oscar's or the Emy's but for children that made videos at school in their school's TV program. On April 25, I recall being so anxious. I felt like I was going to jump out of my skin, I just HAD to know if I was pregnant. Across the street from the job site I was working at there was a Publix. So, on my break I ran over there to get a pregnancy test, well three to be exact. I also bought some candy because I didn't wanna look odd just going in there to get that one thing (I feel silly now for doing this). I went back to work and took one of the tests in the company bathroom. The results: positive.

My heart sunk a little at first. I was upset and scared. I was scared what it may do to the relationship between Anthony and I as we had only been together 3 months. Our relationship was strong and we loved each other very much but I was still scared not knowing how he would react. After the first initial fear I experienced I got exited about being pregnant. I was actually very thrilled. I felt so much joy. While I was still worried about how Anthony would react I knew in my heart that we would be okay in the end.

When I got home from work that day I took the other two tests and both came up positive as well. Later that day I called my sister and told her the news. She seemed kinda nervous about the situation but she reassured me that everything would be okay. I decided to tell Anthony in person rather than over the phone or by text. At the time we were living 45 minute away from each other and I was only able to see him once every week or sometimes every other week. It turned out the next day I was going to see him was the day after I found out. So I waited until then.

I went to Kissimmee the next day and Anthony and I hung out for a few hours and then it was time for him to go to work. I was not really looking for the right moment to tell him I was just looking for a moment when I knew I had his full attention and this happened to be right before he went to work. I told him I was pregnant and his initial reaction was not so great as well, I could tell he was scared and not sure what to do. We talked about it for a few minutes and then he went to work. When he came back he was back to his normal self. We did not talk about the pregnancy much after that until problems started arising.

I told him not to tell anyone but he told his mother the same day I told him. I was scared that something would go wrong and I did not want anyone to know about the baby until after I knew everything was okay as I had not been to the doctor yet to confirm the status of the baby.

I went home after spending a few days with Anthony. On Monday morning when I was getting ready for work, I got out of bed, and went to the bathroom. And in my underwear I found blood. It was not a lot of blood but it was enough to be scared over. I cried for the first time in a year. I sat there on the toilet and cried and cried. I pleaded with God begging him to let my baby be okay. This sweet baby that I was so scared over was now my number one desire. All I wanted was for my baby to be okay.

I called my boss and told her I could not go to work that day. I then took the bus to the hospital. I had to transfer three times and ride the bus over 45 minutes to get there but I was so relieved once I arrived. I just wanted to know some answers. I wanted so desperately to see my baby's heart beat.

When I got to the hospital they took me through triage and then put me in a room. The nurse came in and started an I.V. and asked me a bunch of questions. They then looked at my cervix. They said it was hard and closed like it should be. When you are having a miscarriage your cervix opens up. So that was a relief to me. they then came in to do an ultrasound to look at my baby. They looked and looked but could not find a baby or a sac. They concluded that it was too soon to see the baby. They knew I was pregnant because I had elevated HCG levels. They also said I had a UTI and a vaginal infection and gave me medicine to fix those. They said I was having a threatened miscarriage meaning that I could miscarry at any moment. They ordered me to bed rest until the bleeding stopped and told me to follow up with an OB.

I went home heartbroken. I knew my baby could be okay but being unsure and just waiting it out was killing me. All night and day I laid in bed and cried and prayed and prayed and cried. The bleeding just kept coming. Some days it would be lighter and others it would be heavier. I ended up taking about 4 days off of work and then going back to work because I could not afford to miss anymore. I missed the big Video Awards event and people were pretty let down by that, I felt bad but I knew I had no choice. And I was in no place emotionally to be going to an event like that.

I scheduled an appointment with my local Health Department to see an OB. The days went by like sap. I wanted to know if my baby was okay more than anything. It was all I could think about and was driving me up the wall crazy day and night. The next weekend I went to see Anthony again. I spent some time with him and all the while I was still bleeding. This was not a lot of blood just a really light flow that thickened here and there but stayed the same for the most part. My sister was going up to Gainseville for a friends graduation from UF, on the same day that I needed to go back home, so I decided to go with her then she would take me home afterwards.

We got in the car and headed on up toward Gainesville which was about 4 hours away. After a few hours we stopped at a little touristy place to go the the bathroom and look for something to eat. We decided to go somewhere else to eat because that place was too expensive. I did stop and use the bathroom however. I remember going into the bathroom thinking "please God let there be no blood" and when I pulled down my panties I found more blood than I had seen the since I started bleeding. It was the same amount I would get on a regular day of a period so it was a pretty good amount. I remember being so scared. I told my sister about this. She asked if I needed to go to the hospital. I told her I was not sure and that we should wait and see what happens.

We then left and headed for McDonald's. We went inside and she stood in the long line while I went to the bathroom to check on the blood. When I sat down on the toilet there was so much blood coming out of me it was like I was peeing blood. There was a lady in the stall next to me and I remember just wanting to burst out in hysterical tears but I held back and silently cried because I did not want her to hear and wonder what was going on.

I returned to my sister and told her we needed to go to the ER right away. I texted Anthony and told him I thought something was seriously wrong. Anthony had been very sick with a fever and strep throat and he was sleeping so he did not text back for a long while. My sister told her friend that we were not going to be able to make it to his graduation because we had to go to the hospital. We decided to go to the hospital in Gainesville because it was closer than going back the other way.

Once at the hospital they admitted me and did the whole triage routine and asked questions and all of that. We were waiting for HOURS to be seen. Once someone finally came they took me to the room where they did ultrasounds in. They checked my cervix and said it was closed but there was a lot of blood on it. They then did an ultra sound. A nurse did the first one and she saw nothing, no sac and no baby. She then called for a tech to get her opinion. The tech also saw nothing. They then called for a doctor the one that was on call in the ER. The doctor saw (and so did I) a little flicker that resembled cardiac activity. I remember seeing this and being so exited but still scared because she was unsure if it really was a heartbeat or not.She then decided to call in an OB to evaluate me. The OB came in and said that she saw the sac but she did not see the baby or the heartbeat inside. She also stated that the sac was VERY close to my left fallopian tube. It was not  in the tube but it was at the base of the tube. She had never seen anything like it in her whole career. She told me if left like that than if the baby survived he would grow up into the tube and my tube would burst and I could die. She said I would more than likely need to have my pregnancy surgically terminated right there in that hospital that night.

I was devastated. At that point I was still in shock however so it had not really all hit me what was going on. She told me she wanted to consult with the other doctors on her team before she did the surgery. She left and was gone for a while when she came back she told me she as well as the other four doctors on her team all agreed that I needed to have the surgery. They were telling me that they were going to kill my baby and that if they didn't he was going to die anyways and so would I. Since it was such a rare case however, they decided to consult with one last doctor: the hospital's best OB with the most experience. He was delivering a baby at the time so I had to wait a few hours to see him.

Once he got there he did one last ultrasound. He looked and looked. He found the sac but could not find the baby or the heartbeat. He concluded that the baby was NOT too close to the tube all though it was VERY close and decided against the surgery. Since his opinion meant more than all of theirs put together because he had so much experience they did not do the surgery. He also told me that my baby was not going to make it. He said "In my expert medical opinion this baby has no chance". That broke my heart in half. He was supposedly the best OB in all of Gainesville and he was telling me my baby was not going to make it. I had little hope at this point and I was starting to grieve my loss.

They sent me back to the little room that I was in originally for the nurses to talk to me. A nurse came in and handed me a sterile cup. Like the kind that they give you to pee in. She told me "when your baby passes, I need you to pick up any tissue and put it in this cup and bring it back so we can test it." That woman told me basically that my baby was going to die and when he did I needed to put him in a cup and give him to the hospital! I was hysterical inside. I did not let my emotions show on the outside but inside I was breaking down by the second. She told me there was no need for me to be on bed rest and that I could even walk to work because my baby was going to die no matter what I did. Looking back on this... I do not know how I even dealt with that. I know she was just doing her job but the way she put it seemed so cold.

My sister and I then went home. I took the next day off of work because I was exhausted from all that had happened that night. I scheduled an appointment to go see an OB at my local Health Department because I did not have health insurance. The bleeding slowed down but did not stop. I kept bleeding day after day, some days worst than others. There was no cramping or other symptoms at all just bleeding. I was very sad as I waited to miscarry my baby. As the days went by I got more and more hope that my baby would survive. The nurse told me my baby would likely pass in 3-5 days. After 7 days went by and I still had no signs of a miscarriage (other than the bleeding) I was quite hopeful. I was praying and praying that God would save and heal my baby. Everyday all day all I thought about and prayed about was for the health of my baby.

I went to the my first OB appointment about a week after getting out of the hospital. They did some tests and looked at the hospital records. They too were saying that I was having a miscarriage. The nurse told me that I was a special case where it was taking longer for my body to miscarry. She said for now all they were going to do was monitor my HCG levels to make sure they were going "down". When you are miscarrying they go down instead of up. If they go up during a miscarriage there is a problem.

Another week went by and I went back to the doctor. They took my HCG levels again and they went up not down but they only went up a little bit. So they decided to tell me to come back for another HCG level test in two long weeks.

After two weeks of waiting and waiting and not know if my baby was okay all the while still bleeding, I went back to the doctor and got another test. My levels went up a good amount this time! So they ordered me to go take an ultrasound to see if my baby was still alive.

A week later I went to the ultrasound. This was FIVE weeks after I had the ultrasound in the hospital. For five long weeks I waited and waited and prayed and prayed and did not know if my baby was okay. The not knowing was the worst part. It was like I could not grieve nor be happy because I did not know what was going on. My mind was in limbo. I was so upset but so hopeful. I felt as though God was telling me that my baby was going to be okay and not to worry but I was still worried.

Once in the ultrasound room I was laying on the table. It was FREEZING in there! My whole body was sharing violently I was so nervous and so cold. The doctor was talking to me asking me lots of questions and getting ready for the ultrasound. Once she put the trans-vaginal ultrasound thing in a picture came up on the screen.The doctor said to me "You stopped shaking!". I was in awe. There on the screen I could see my precious baby. She didn't even have to tell me he was there. I could recognize his little bean shaped body and I was SO relieved. She then let me hear the heartbeat. This was just absolutely amazing for me. Five long weeks of waiting and it was worth it. I asked her about the baby and she said he appeared to be 100% healthy! He also had moved. My baby's sac was no longer by my tube, he was now in the very center of my uterus. Something that is unexplainable. It was a miracle. God gave me a miracle. He answered my prayers and healed my baby.

I remember walking out of that office holding the pictures of my baby proudly where everyone could see them with a huge smile on my face. I was so happy and so thrilled that my baby was okay. I was also so very amazed by the miracle that I had witnessed.

In the following days I looked at those pictures over and over and over again. My baby was my whole life and my whole world all ready and I was only 8.5 weeks pregnant, and he still is today. I continued to bleed for four more weeks. It stopped when I was about 13 weeks. The doctors still do not know the cause of the bleeding. The rest of the pregnancy went by with out a single bump in the road.

Doctor after doctor told me there was no hope and that my baby was going to die. Today my sweet boy is 2 months old and completely healthy and he is living proof that God CAN and DOES heal people and miracles really do happen.