To say my first pregnancy was miserable is an understatement! I was put on bed rest at week 7, I kept having “spells” where I would be talking to you one second and passed out on the ground the next. After many, many test my doctors found a mass on my brain right behind my left ear. I wasn’t supposed to drive (I did after a while because I started to get a feeling and knew when I was going to pass out) and wasn’t able to be left alone for long periods of time. It. Was. AWFUL!
Not working drove me nuts. I had been at my job for four years at that point and my routine was thrown out the window. If I wasn’t at home with my mom, I was at work with my husband or had a friend hanging out with me. Some days were better than others and I had some amazing co-workers that would send or bring me all the good Cuban food I could ask for.
On top of my medical problems, the ex-wife lost her mind when she found out I was pregnant. The kids said she was literally throwing things around the apartment and screaming at the top of her lungs. She called my husband a hundred times screaming, yelling and cussing at him. Now, if you ask her she left him, living with another man but, he is absolutely not allowed to move on. Only she was allowed to do that. This is when she started to refuse to file the divorce papers that had been signed for weeks.
The weekends we had the kids, we still went out and did things with them. I just had to be careful and if I woke up not feeling good, I would stay home while they went and had fun with dad. I hated missing out but, I also didn’t want to scare the kids passing out while they were having fun. I would have felt guilty if their day would have been cut short because their little sister was being a little asshole!
I was seeing the doctor once a week and was on the monitor at every appointment. I am surprised still to this day that I decided to get pregnant again and do it all over, Again…haha! Thankfully I passed the dreaded glucose test, if I hadn’t Im sure I would have lost it after everything else I was dealing with. My blood pressure started doing its own thing around four months, that was fun!
Did you know that your doctor can sew your Cervix closed, that’s definitely not the medical term for it but essentially that’s what it is. I started having contractions really early and I had made the hospital trip a lot. I had the shot to stop labor more than once by the time I hit the four month mark. Thats when my doctor started talking to me about “sewing me shut”. To say I was freaking out is a complete understatement! I had a panic attack on the way home from that doctors appointment. Thank God for my husband!
The following week, it was done! My stress level went down some, I felt better knowing that still having contractions wouldn’t always end with a hospital visit and a shot. I still had to be careful and make sure I wasn’t over doing it but, I definitely felt a little more relaxed. After all of that, my doctor started talking about inducing me. I was a size zero back then and she was super worried about the baby getting too big for me to be able to have a natural birth.
Six pounds was the max she was willing to let me try to go natural with. My due date was June 13 but, she would be keeping an eye in the growth of baby girl and would make the call when it was time. We not only didn’t make it to my due date but, she also had to induce me. Long before my due date or baby girl got close to six pounds. She was born on April 2nd.
First, she tried her hardest to get out, constantly! Second, being on the heart monitor every week was showing a few concerns my doctor was watching closely. Third, the day I was induced her heart kept stopping but, the contractions wouldn’t. I was on the monitor, getting ready for a sonogram and was sent to the hospital to be induced immediately! I panicked! I didn’t have a bag packed and her bassinet was still in the box…I had two more months as far as I was concerned.
Well, 27 hours later she finally made her appearance! We got to see her for a short period of time before I was being woke up by a frantic nurse shoving papers in my face telling me I had to sign them immediately, baby girl was being taken to NICU! That was a rocky road and something I wouldn’t wish upon anyone. Three months later we finally got to take her home with a heart monitor she had to wear for six months. She hated it. We all hated it!
She is now 21, in her third year of college and a pain in my ass! But, we love her and are so proud of her. Three years later we decided to try our luck again and get pregnant. It took us a year to get pregnant and it was just as much fun as the first go….she is why we only had two kids!
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