Historial Data

When I was younger and people asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up, I always said "a mommy!" As I got older I also thought I wanted to be a teacher, but we can now see (almost 20 years later), that didn't happen! My first pregnancy happened when I was 24. It was rife with issues from the get-go...bleeding, poor weight gain, bedrest starting at 16 weeks, premature rupture of membranes at 19 weeks, and a live birth at 22 weeks. My angel baby MaKayla lived about 45 minutes, born on a bright sunny morning in June. In 1999, medicine just isn't what it is today (obviously), so we did nothing more than monitored bedrest at the time. There weren't any fancy Maternal Fetal Medicine doctors around like there are now (we are SOOOOO lucky to have a brilliant one here in our area currently!), so my appt to see a specialist was weeks after my rupture. I truly felt at that time, and for years after, that losing MaKayla was the hardest thing I ever endured. To want a child so desperately, to lose a child you don't even have an opportunity to meet, to mourn the hopes and dreams you had....It's hard. So very, very hard. In 2011, I decided I wanted a baby. I had not yet met Mr. Right and my clock was ticking...Loudly. I decided I would go it solo and started the process to become what's known as a "single mother by choice." I was 35, which made me "advanced maternal age" and a "geriatric pregnancy" (how's that for some use of adjectives?!?). I had no idea entering into the process that it would be so daunting...so overwhelming...so damn frustrating!! I had 3 IUI's (intrauterine insemination) before we realized I had endometriosis and a large uterine fibroid. After much work, tears, sadness, and despair, I finally conceived via the IVF process in July of 2012. My sweet baby girl was born at 39 weeks in March of 2013. That pregnancy, too, was filled with its own issues...subchorionic hemorrhage, multiple bleeding episodes, gestational diabetes, hypertension. But we made it. We made it to 39 weeks and I finally, after 37 years, got to be a mother. After sweet baby H was born, I often thought about having another child, but the timing never really seemed right. In February of 2016, I met my husband. At 40 years of age, I finally met someone who "got me." We talked early about having a child, knowing with him being mid 40's, me being 40, and with my history that it might not ever happen for us, and if it did, it might take months, even years. In March of 2016 we figured out my Mirena fell out. After running 7 miles on Saturday morning (March 26th to be exact), I started my period. I was somewhat surprised it happened that quickly after my mirena came out, but I rolled with it. A few weeks later, on a Sunday afternoon (April 17th to be exact) I took a pregnancy test because I just felt "off" Imagine my shock (and I mean literally) when it came up positive EIGHT days before my missed period. When I called my OB the next day to report my positive results, they told me there was no way I tested positive 8 days before my missed period. I replied "well, I have literally 7 positive tests at home that state otherwise!" Blood draw that day showed a hcg of 217. We were indeed, pregnant....