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    Let's see...I found out I was pregnant the evening of October 21, 2002. After a month of BBT charting I just prayed I would finally be pregnant again. After all, we waited a whole year after a m/c to give my body and mind time to rest and heal. I got one of those cheapie pregnancy tests from Wal-mart. After testing, I watched, and waited, and tried not to watch. The 3 minutes were up and there was a second line there, but it was so faint I thought I was seeing things. So I ran into the kitchen and called my dh upstairs. He looked and said, "Oh my gosh, we're pregnant!" And he was excited as I was. But then worry set in. We had already suffered a loss of our little boy, Brenden, at 20 weeks, born too early because of incompetent cervix. And then we had our beautiful son, Chase, who is now 4 and lives up to his name. Then 3 "unexplained" miscarriages. The OB kept telling us it was a "fluke of nature" although after the third time of hearing that, we decided to find a new doctor. We searched around our city and found a high-risk OB, but he wouldn't take us because of all of our complications. But thankfully, that OB sent us to a Perinatologist, an OB who deals in maternal/fetal medicine. We saw Dr. Bohman for the first time when I was four weeks pregnant. The first question I remember asking was about why I'd had so many miscarriages after having a two healthy pregnancies. He said he suspected a progesterone deficiency. Sure enough, the next day he called and my progesterone levels were at 11, when they should have been over 20. So on the Prometrium I went. The OB had to increase the dosage until I was taking 800 mg a day (a very high dose) split between 4 doses. Thankful that he found out the problem, I went home and started the "Medicine Cabinet" as my husband calls it. (I also take blood pressure meds for pregnancy induced hypertension and insulin because I'm diabetic). After a weekend of taking the progesterone, I started bleeding lightly. I was now 6 weeks pregnant and worried sick because I was sure I was miscarrying again. But no, I went in for an ultrasound that morning, and there the baby was, little flickering heartbeat and all. The bleeding, I found out, was from my body adjusting to the progesterone. All went well for another few weeks until I was 9 weeks pregnant. I started coughing on a Monday morning, and felt a small pain in my left side, but thought nothing of it. Later on at work I discovered I was lightly red spotting. It hadn't stopped by noon so I called the doc again. When I went to the doc's office for another ultrasound, I found out I was running a fever, which scared the death out of me. I thought for sure I was miscarrying this time...again. But when the doc looked at the baby on the screen, there it was again, flickering heartbeat and moving all over the place. I just cried and cried, happy that my baby was still alive. He discovered that my placenta had torn away from the uterine wall a bit. So I was prescribed a long week of bed rest so I could heal. During that week our car was hit by a suburban, but thankfully no one was hurt and everything came out well. Two days after the car accident (now at 11 weeks), I felt the baby's first flutters. The OB kept doing weekly ultrasounds to set our minds at ease until we could hear the baby's heartbeat with the doppler. By the 12th week, he said I was finally out of the danger zone, and scheduled me for my cerclage the following week. On December 23, 2002 my mom took me to the hospital to have my cerclage placed. After a painful spinal block and five hours, I was released to go home. But when I got home, I was bleeding red clots and it was heavy, which the info sheet I got said that wasn't supposed to happen after surgery. So back the the ER we went. After an ultrasound and a long wait, we learned that it was most likely that the doc hit some blood vessels in my cervix. After a few days of rest, everything was FINALLY back to normal. And what a great christmas present! We were finally going to have our second baby! After a few more ultrasounds, it was time for the AFP and for the "big" ultrasound. All came back normal and the baby was growing normally. The only problem is that our rugrat is breech. Hopefully he turns before I go into labor. On February 12, 2003 we found out we're having another BOY!! So, here I am now in my 21st week of pregnancy, still amazed at every kick and flutter my little guy gives. It's become nightly entertainment to watch the baby kick and punch so hard that you can see my stomach rise at times. Now, if we could just come up with another name...

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    Well, Hunter, thankfully you've turned head down...at the ultrasound at 26 weeks there you were, head down and feet up. I was so very thankful. I've been determined not to name you Hunter, but even your older brother, Chase, likes the name. So Hunter you will be. You're kicking and punching so much now. And sometimes, when you're punching around and rolling around, you make me laugh. You keep tickling me. The ultrasound on 3/24/03 revealed that you still hae plenty of room to move around and stretch in there. I am now having an AFT test done every week until you're born. Your first was on 3/24/03. The doc hooked me up to a monitor that measured your heartbeat and a monitor that measured any possible contractions. The goal was for your hearbeat to fluctuate at least 20 points within 10 minutes. You came really close to that, but failed. Towards the end of that test, you were getting mad and kicking the contraction belt. So then we had to lie down for a 30-minute ultrasound. The doc checked your amniotic fluid, and it was fine, then checked your movement, it was fine, and then your heartbeat, it was fine. But it took the full 30 minutes for you to really practice your breathing movements. The last 30 seconds of your ultrasound, you stretched out and there you were, sucking in the amniotic fluid and making your tiny diaphram work. Right now I feel really sad. It's not your fault. A really good friend of mine recently lost both of her babies-she was carrying twins, a boy and a girl. She's already lost two babies, one early and one at 19 weeks due to her little girl's brain not forming. I'm having a hard time dealing with her loss. I am so thankful yet again that God has given me you, a wonderful gift. But I feel awful because you're doing so well and she lost her babies. I know I'll get over it, but still, I am so very very grateful God has given you me and that you are doing so very well. We're down to just over 13 weeks until you're ready to be born-well somewhere between 10 and 13 weeks. Just as long as you're born happy and healthy that is all that matters. We're all ready for you-we have the baby bed, stroller and clothes on layaway at Wal-Mart. We found out on March 16 that you really like music at church. You were kicking and punching and jamming to the music. I was awestruck, watching your little form move around. At the last check on 3/17/03, you were 13 inches and weighed around 1 lb 15 oz. It's been an amazing feat to watch you grow.

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    Well, here we are at 29 weeks today. Never in my dreams did I ever believe God would finally give us you! You're moving all over the place now, especially when you're ready to chow! You still have a little room in there to move around, which you do quite often. Doing the weekly biophysical profiles is hilarious! You won't hold still for the hb monitor to pick up your hb most of the time. At my last doctor's visit on 4/7/03 I gained 10 pounds. And then the ultrasound machine froze up 15 minutes into a 30 minute test and we had to start all over. It was fun though, watching you move all over the screen in your limited space. You did quite a few rolls. I was most awed to see you practice your breathing movements. You did so three times in 30 minutes. Last weekend you had me worried. Or rather, my body did. I went through a weekend of having minor contractions and lower pelvic pain. After a weekend of rest they finally let up. I love you, my little Hunter!

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    Well, here we are at 29 weeks today. Never in my dreams did I ever believe God would finally give us you! You're moving all over the place now, especially when you're ready to chow! You still have a little room in there to move around, which you do quite often. Doing the weekly biophysical profiles is hilarious! You won't hold still for the hb monitor to pick up your hb most of the time. At my last doctor's visit on 4/7/03 I gained 10 pounds. And then the ultrasound machine froze up 15 minutes into a 30 minute test and we had to start all over. It was fun though, watching you move all over the screen in your limited space. You did quite a few rolls. I was most awed to see you practice your breathing movements. You did so three times in 30 minutes. Last weekend you had me worried. Or rather, my body did. I went through a weekend of having minor contractions and lower pelvic pain. After a weekend of rest they finally let up. I love you, my little Hunter!

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    The appointment on April 14 was a good one. Your AFT test went well. Finally, you had a reactive strip! My blood pressure was a little on the high side, but not much to worry about. Your u/s that day also went well. Your amniotic fluid levels are normal. I couldn't help but laugh because you got the hickups again during the AFT. And still kicked the monitors like crazy and didn't want to hold still. I also lost 6 of the ten pounds I had gained last week. That, I was very happy about. We also found out that the stitch that holds my cervix closed so you are not born too soon is coming out on your older brother's birthday, June 9th. So that means only 8 weeks to go!

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    We had another doctor's appointment today (April 21st), at 30 weeks 3 days. It went well. Only gained two pounds. Blood sugars doing well. You got the hickups yet again during the AFT. And I just sat there in awe, cause you just amaze me! You had another reactive strip during your AFT, which means all is well. I am definitely having practice contractions...they showed up on the contraction monitor as little waves. Your u/s today was shocking. The doc has you measuring at 4 lbs 3 oz now. I hope the measurements are off, because otherwise you're going to weigh a ton when you're born. You went from measuring 5 days behind our due date to 5 days ahead of our due date. Now all we have left till that stitch comes out is 7 weeks exactly...hoping you're born soon after it comes out!

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    Ok, better write this down or I'm gonna forget really soon.

    Hunter has been the baby we've waited for for five long years. I spent my first trimester worrying about miscarriage, and had a heart attack when I started bleeding at 9 weeks. When I went into the doctor that day, I had a fever, and my heart sank. I thought for sure I was going to loose Hunter. But there he was, on the monitor, just moving around all over the place! At 13 weeks on December 23rd we got a great Christmas present...Hunter! The doc put in the cerclage and I couldn't believe that we made it that far!

    Things were pretty uneventful until around 30 weeks. Then I started having all the problems...my blood pressure was too high, the blood sugars were too low, and there was too much amniotic fluid. Most of those problems, thankfully, corrected themselves.

    At my 35 1/2 week appointment, the doc took out the cerclage. Contractions started almost immediately, but I didn't want to get my hopes up. I ended up going to labor and delivery on May 29th due to early contractions. Although I dialated overnight from 1 cm to 3 cm, the doc standing in for my doc made me go home, still contracting. I wasn't really in labor, she said. I was just having braxton hicks.

    Two more times I went to the hospital with contractions, and two more times I was sent home because I wouldn't dialate to a 4 cm. In that time frame I also had two amniocentesis tests done to test for lung maturity. Both came back as mature-the first L/S ratio being a 2.4 and the second L/S ratio being a 2.9. But the stand in doc wouldn't induce me because I there wasn't a PG factor present.

    Finally, my doc got back into town on Wednesday, June 11th. He called me that day and told me that I would need to be at the hospital at 4:00 p.m. the next day for an induction. I couldn't believe it. I wasn't going to get my hopes up until I was in the hospital and all hooked up. Well, 4:00 p.m. came on the 12th, and when we arrived at the hospital, the nurses actually knew we were coming! I was awed, because I couldn't believe my two weeks of labor was about to be over.

    The nurse who was taking care of me at the time was a complete wreck. She was really grumpy. She also managed to collapse my vein when she tried to stick an IV in. And she really dug around with the needle. That hurt badly. I don't usually cry when I get stuck with needles but I did that time. Finally she gave up and called in an IV team. They stuck one in my right hand, which stayed, thankfully.

    Of course, Dr. Bohman was late getting there. He was supposed to be there around 4:30 p.m. but didn't arrive until 7:00 p.m. that night. He started the induction with cervadil because my cervix kept lengthening back out. So for two hours I laid in bed waiting for the cervadil to work. It worked immediately. Contractions started picking up in intensity almost the second it was placed. After two hours they let me get up and take a shower, because it wasn't likely that I would be up and around for too much longer. i also got to eat dinner. Bland, but at least it was food!

    Over the course of the night, I kept contracting. Hunter kept moving, to the annoyance of the hospital nurses. I just had to keep laughing because he just didn't want to stay still long enough to keep his heartbeat monitored. I told the nurses they would be glad when my doc broke my water so he could put an internal monitor on Hunter.

    At 7:00 a.m. the next morning, my doc came back in. He broke my water and got the internal monitor put on Hunter's head, much to the pleasure of the nurses. My water breaking was quite the disgusting feeling. Plus, I kept feeling the internal monitor cords brush up against my legs every time Hunter would roll around. It was a very weird feeling. As soon as my water broke, however, the contractions started hitting me harder and harder. Within about 10 minutes, I told my husband to screw the hypnobirthing-I wanted an epidural. He wanted me to wait, but I kept yelling at him until he got someone upstairs.

    And God bless the anesthesiologists! While he placed the epidural, the nurse started IV fluids, antibiotics, and pitocin. And my vein collapsed in my hand. I wanted to cry. So while the drug doc was placing the epidural, another nurse stuck an IV in my left hand. The IV being placed hurt worse than the epidural. But soon the epidural took effect, and I was on cloud nine! I kept telling the drug doc, "You are THE MAN!" Which kept making him laugh. 10 minutes later, I was checked and dialated to 5 cm and 100% effaced! I couldn't believe it! I wasn't at 3 cm anymore! I could have hugged the resident doctor!

    After about two hours, I started feeling contractions again and a different drug doc came in. They gave me more meds and I got comfy again. The nurse also had to lower the dose of pitocin because it was working too well. I was contracting every minute with like a 10 second break in between them and Hunter wasn't tolerating it well. His heartbeat kept dropping after contractions. When the resident doc came back in and checked me, I was at 7 cm! I was excited because I knew then that my labor was close to ending and soon.

    About 2 hours later, I had to ask for more pain meds because I was about to die from the contractions. So I got more drugs and the nurse had to disconnect the pitocin because I was contracting far too well on my own. When Dr. Worley (the resident doc, who, by the way, sure was a happy doctor and she was very smiley ) came back in to check me, I was at 9 cm. By that time I was feeling Hunter's head push down with each contraction. Ten minutes later I was dialted to a ten. My doc walked in and supervised Dr. Worley delivering Hunter. And then the kitchen staff brought in food that my hubby and mom had ordered. If you ever want great incentive to push a baby out, have someone deliver food at the beginning of the pushing stage. It works wonders! After 6 contractions and 20 minutes of pushing, Hunter's head was out! He was born looking sideways and the Dr. Worley kept trying to pull Hunter out but his shoulders were stuck. So Dr. Bohman told her to stop pulling and turn Hunter a bit. Then he popped right out. They asked my dh if he wanted to cut the cord, but he just told the docs that they were more qualified to do that. They, of course, laughed. As soon as the cord was cut and they had him suctioned, boy did he scream! And what a beautiful sound it was, too! My doc had told me earlier that day that there was a 20% chance Hunter would have to go to the NICU because of lung maturity. The first thing the doc said when Hunter came out was "That guy is half grown already! And definitely NOT a girl!"

    The nurse took Hunter over to the warming bed and checked his blood sugar and lungs and prounced him healthy, another fact that I couldn't believe! I was prepared for the possibility that Hunter would have to be in the NICU because I'm diabetic. So when I was told he was healthy and could go home with me, I couldn't help but cry! I was actually going to take my angel home with me! Woo-who!

    After two days in the hospital, we got to go home. Breastfeeding started off as a 24 hour event, but we're down to eating every 3 hours for 30 minutes, thank goodness!

    And you know, it's been just over a week since Hunter was born on Friday the 13th, weighing in at 7 lbs, 15.2 oz and 20 inches long. Ladies on up in their years like to tell me that when Hunter smiles, it's just gas. But I know better. I wonder what babies dream about that makes them smile so big and giggle in their sleep. But I do know that, even now, I wonder how people can't believe in God when they look at a newborn baby, smiling contently in their sleep.

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