The story of my pregnancy

In week 26 of pregnancy I had some bleeding, it was terrifying. My best friend rushed me to emergency where the staff took incredible care of me. During the series of tests they ran to determine what was happening I received confirmation that I was indeed carrying a boy (something I had been sure of since the moment of conception) I was excited to see my baby boy on the ultrasound but the anxiety of not knowing what was happening was threatening to overwhelm me.

The baby was breached but that wasn’t uncommon for this stage of pregnancy. They printed me off a picture that was time stamped 11:11. In that moment I found my breath, everything was going to be okay; 11:11 is a prompt I (along with countless others) have received since childhood; a sign from angels, the universe, God, whatever you want to call it; a reminder to have faith.  Releasing me after 48 hours of observation they ruled out everything “bad” it could possibly be and with no eminent threat to baby or myself they sent me on my way with instructions to come back immediately if the bleeding returned.

At 29 weeks while in the valley house sitting the bleeding resumed, my mother rushed me to the local hospital where they too monitored the baby and reassured me all was ok and upon release a few hours later told me if early labour occurred they would medivac me to my hospital which is known throughout North America for its neonatal specialists. I had an appointment with my OBGYN two days later, he was still not overly concerned, everything was still intact for me and the baby was doing beautifully, bleeding was going to be part of my pregnancy and unless there was pain involved not to worry.

Despite the prompts from source and reassurance from doctor’s fear continued to veer its ugly head throughout the week. Each time it surfaced I turned inwards, the baby reassured me by giving me kicks every time I asked for confirmation he was ok. I felt the bond between us growing and marveled at the personality that was already making itself known from my womb, I was blown away by how much love I was already feeling for this little being.

Just shy of week 30 I began experiencing what I was told by family were Braxton hicks, a form of early contractions that prepare the uterus for birth. One night I lay in bed trying to sleep but each time I dozed I was awoken they seemed to be happening every half hour, being told they could last throughout the entire pregnancy I wondered how women coped. My mother suggested Tylenol but I had never been one for medication so opted to just breathe it out. On this particular night I also began bleeding again, after twelve hours and no end to the discomfort of Braxton hicks I decided another trip to the hospital was needed…

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