In January 2014, we headed into the doctor to discuss what another baby and pregnancy looked like. My doctor has delivered 3 of my babies, and knows my history very well. While she was as shocked as we were to learn that my water broke, she stood by us the entire way and did everything she could to help us bring home two babies. She saw me after Jacob had passed and has kept up with me to make sure I was healing both physically and mentally. Brett and I trust her opinion and we look to her for guidance when it comes to the medical side of pregnancy.
After talking about the "causes" of my water rupturing as well as how my body recovered from my emergency c-section, we all came to the conclusion that another pregnancy would be fine for my body. She felt that there was little to no chance of my waters breaking again, unless I were to conceive twins again. (Jacob and Juliet were conceived naturally, so there was a possibility of it happening again.) She gave us the go ahead to start trying whenever we felt it was right.
At that point, she did the dreaded internal exam. She asked when my last period was and what birth control I had been on. After reassuring her I have been faithfully taking my birth control, and I had just had a period the previous month, she said she wanted to run an ultrasound. Brett and I panicked. What was wrong? As we waited for the ultrasound technician to set up, I could feel myself begin to panic. Did I have cancer? Did my birth control cause some sort of issue? What could be the problem. I laid down on the table, holding my husbands hand when she put the scope to my belly.
And we heard it.
The thump thump thump of a beating heart. There before our eyes, was the sight of a new life inside me.
A beautiful, healthy heartbeat. I was pregnant. I was 8 weeks pregnant.
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