A premature birth nightmare.

    At 30 weeks gestation, I believe it was June 30th.. I know it was a Saturday.. I went to work like any other day. However, I started to get a weird cramp that didn't subside. I rested, drank a lot of water, but nothing helped. I got of work at 3pm, went home and I was feeling like me again. We had decided to go out for dinner that night and when I was in the restroom I noticed I was bleeding. Attempting not to panic, I called my drs office who said I was find and I just needed to do kick counts. But as the nurse continued to ask questions she had deduced I had lost my mucous plug. So to labor and delivery we went!

    We were placed into triage around 6pm and immediately hooked up to a TOCO monitor and a fetal monitor. Jason was moving beautifully and hr was great! However I was contracting every 3 minutes.. not unusual for me as I was diagnosed previously with an "irritable uterus". My cervix was promptly check which revealed I was effaced to about 20% and dilated 1cm. I was given medication and iv fluids to stop contractions. The conservative measurements failed.

    It was like everything was moving very slow yet fast at the same time. A nurse came to admit me and I was taken to a full blown labor and delivery room. Scared as hell, my husband and I sat quietly as a whirlwind grew around us. Medications were being hung, I was signing consent forms for delivery, anesthesia came in to ask about and epidural.. I was still attempting to wrap mind around delivering at 30w0d.

    I contracted well into the night but thankfully my cervix hadn't changed anymore. Every hour past the administration of steroids for my baby's lungs was a huge goal.

    The next morning I was moved to the antepartum floor. We stayed in the hospital for 4 days. I had learned all about NICU'S and premature babies. I also learned my a1C was down to 5.6%.

    I was put on total bed rest until delivery. No work. No cleaning house. No nothing!

Finally, little feet

I know its been forever.. probably years since I have been on here. At one point in the fertility journey, I believe I reached the darkest place I have ever been and I turned away from almost everything. I'm back now :) and I hope that I can make blogging apart of my life again.. that being said, I have a HUGE update to do.

Yes, I finally have a single pair of little feet. Let me start with December of 2012.

We took the November-December cycle off. I just finished two round of clomid and a chemical pregnancy. I was waiting for CD 1 to go back to the RE.

My body felt funny and I did an opk December 8th and it was blazing positive. I know we weren't trying but it was awesome to see my body finally working. I kept doing opks a few days in a row and all positive!!!

December 29th I finally decided to quit putting off testing. I had been cramping badly for days, wondering why AF was no where to be found. There I was, sitting in the bathroom dipping a pregnancy test. The pink dye ran across the screen and I stared at the test area. I saw something. All I could think is my eyes are playing tricks!! Seconds that felt like hours ticked by and a beautiful pink line started to appear. My heart stopped, sped up, and skipped a beat all at the same time. I yelled frantically for my husband. When he came in all I could say was, "I'm pregnant!" Sure enough I was screaming and crying. Of course we ran out and bought several more tests, just to make sure!

Everything was positive, including digitals! Of course we were ecstatic bit by this point we had miscarried 4 babies, so we were "cautiously excited".

My first beta was December 30th- 276 :)

Throughout the next few weeks I had the worst cramping which landed me with a beta every 2-3 days for about two weeks. They always went up. The most beautiful thing ever.