I waited until the fair was in town so I could get a picture of me indulging on fair food. In the picture I was eating corn, tacos, funnel cake and a lemonade. It turns out it is “safe” to announce your pregnancy after 10 to 12 weeks. I posted my picture at about 14 weeks.
This past week I went to the doctor for a regular check up and ended up having emergency surgery that night to save the pregnancy. Everyone was freaking out except me. They wanted to send me by ambulance to Dallas to see the specialist. I told them I could drive myself and I did.
The drive for me wasn’t bad. I of course prayed but I wasn’t scared. My husband was very upset that I went by myself and felt bad he wasn’t there for me. He was in Austin working and I told him there was no point of him rushing to Dallas. I was strong enough to handle the situation and I did.
The reason I wasn’t scared was because if I would have lost the baby, I knew there was nothing I or anyone else could do about it. I know that may seem harsh or cold but I just trust in God. I know His will and way trump everything. Of course I let God know what I wanted and prayed. I prayed hard.
The surgery went well and the baby is doing good. It is still a week by week situation. I am on bed rest and I am doing everything I can to stay healthy and help my baby.
I talked with two of my friends about my situation and told them I was going to write about it. One of my friends was against it. I call her the glass half empty friend. My other friend, who I have nicknamed, the glass half full friend, said write about.
“What if you lose the baby?” said the half empty friend. “You could inspire other mothers,” said the half full friend. My half empty friend, objected and said, “You could trigger bad memories of mothers who had a loss.” My glass half full friend rebuttled, “You could provide hope for someone who is going through the same thing as you.”
I chose to write about it, but not because of what either friend said. I decided to write about it because life happens. Everyone experiences losses, tragedies, and miracles everyday. I hope my story turns out to be a success story and I have a healthy happy baby. If it turns out tragic, I will have no choice but to deal with it.
With my son’s pregnancy it was considered high risk because prior to him I had a miscarriage. It is not hard for me to talk about it. It happened and it was sad but I know it is a very common occurrence. I had two friends who both had miscarriages. One didn’t take it well at all and became very depressed about it. Nothing anyone said helped her. My other friend almost acted like it was no big deal. I learned a lot from my friends. I decided when I had my miscarriage I was going to deal with it and move on.
I know some tragic life events can’t be dealt with so easily and I am not making light of it. I am saying for me, once I learned life has both sad and happy events, I was able to cope much easier.
I hope no matter what is going on in your life you are coping and putting trust with whom it belongs. Sometimes, that is all you can do.