"Natural Childbirth... Love the Stuff" Part 2

Day 3

Lying in the ER was brutal. Many tests were conducted and many questions were asked and answered, finally a result came 6 hours later... "Mam' it appears that you are experiencing a miscarriage, nothing can be done, except to let nature take it's course" How's that for bed side manor? Followed shortly with a nurse who held in her hand a needle filled with RhoGAM and her voice of authority saying "turn over please."

Not even having a chance to let the news sink in to my head I did as she asked but as soon as I did I saw my husbands face then I began to break down. I don't do well with needles (in fact I have been known to faint at the sight of them) and the news devastated me. Asking the nurse to wait a few minutes while I tried to compose myself she answered in one fail swoop and what my husband tells me took the shoot of RhoGAM and with a military like thrust jammed the shoot into my left back side check. I only remember feeling like I had been thrown to the ground from an explosion and turning my head to see in a blur the nurse preparing the dismissal papers.

We left the hospital that day feeling devastated and violated. How is it that we could be so happy about defeating the odds one day and so sad about this turn of events the next day. We answered our own questions with a season of prayer and began pouring our hearts out to God asking for His peace.

The following week began a series of doctors appointments and more blood tests, still heavy bleeding with no cramps would continue. This was answered with the second doctor telling me that "if you don't pass this thing by tomorrow you will need to take a pill to get rid of it or have a DNC done." None of these two options sat right with me, in fact I saw them as not an option. (I do not believe in abortion even if it means the life of the mother, I believe that Gods will be done in all aspects of ones life.) I left the doctor with the final words of thank you but no thank you and returned home that day and began calling my friends who had medical connections. Cassie, my best friend, suggested that I see a specialist that she knew and he even traveled to our town. Hope in my eye, I quickly made the appointment. He conducted another ultra sound, evaluated all the charts and tests and looked at both my husband and I and said, "you are pregnant with twins however, they will not survive they are unhealthy and it apears your body is in the process of a miscarriage." We took the doctors words and thanked him for seeing us then returned home to continue the search for a doctor that was willing to help.

Then finally a break through.

Two months and four doctors later (four months into the pregnancy) we finally found a doctor to confirm that I was indeed pregnant. Up until this time all the doctors would treat me as if I was miscarrying never as if I was pregnant. Dr. Nelson, the same doctor who delivered me, said the words I was longing to hear "your pregnant with one healthy baby boy." My husband and I looked at each other with starry eyes then back at the screen that showed the proof and for the first time we saw our beautiful, precious gift... Elijah.


Looking back at my story up till this point I wonder... If Hannah had the technology that we have now what would she have said or even had done? For she like I had now been blessed by God with the gift... the gift of Motherhood.

Tomorrows Post: "Natural Childbirth... Love the Stuff" Part 3