The 1 in 4: Nelson Family
Our journey to parenthood started five years ago. We became pregnant and we were blissfully happy. Immediately we started making plans. My husband left to go visit family in Maine for about a week. During his trip I began to miscarry. I was so afraid. It completely broke my heart. Our doctor told us it was "normal" and probably would not happen again.
A few months went by and we decided to try again. Much to my surprise we got pregnant immediately.
Everything was going well. I went to our 10 week scan and there was no heartbeat. Again, I was shattered. We had a D&C the next day. After a few months we decided to try again, another miscarriage and another and another. This pattern repeated itself six times. We had genetic testing done and it was determined I have a balance translocation of chromosomes 3 & 4. We had appointments with doctors to determine what this meant for us. After much research, we decided to try again naturally.
We got pregnant again. I kept waiting to miscarry but I never did. We entered our second trimester and we were feeling pretty good! I couldn’t believe we were FINALLY getting our take home baby. We were so excited so we booked a private scan at 15 weeks to find out the gender. It was a boy! That was one of the happiest days of my life. We were on cloud nine!
We had four more weeks with our boy. I woke up when I was 19 weeks pregnant and I went to the restroom where all of a sudden my water broke. I think I was in shock. We rushed to our doctor where a scan confirmed my water did in fact break. We were admitted and told the chances were very slim our boy would live.
There are no words to describe how that broke my heart. A few days passed and I woke up one night and my body was going into toxic shock. I got very sick and our baby boy was born sleeping at 3:30 pm on October 3, 2015. I had him in my ICU room.
I don’t remember a lot about his birth. I stayed another week in the hospital. Leaving without my baby in my arms was one of the hardest things I have ever done. I don’t know how we got through those days, but we did.
It was determined I had an incompetent cervix. Our plan for our next pregnancy would be a vaginal cerclage at 14 weeks.
We got pregnant again. Like before, I was waiting to miscarry but I didn’t. When I was 14 weeks pregnant, we were admitted so I could get a vaginal cerclage. Surgery went fantastic. We were full of hope. So much so that when we found out we were having a baby girl, we named her Ainsley Hope.