Hello everyone my story goes as follow. I had a daugther from a previous relationship, I was a single parent, and when my daugther was two I met this amazing man, we hit it off and two years within our relationship we got married. After our marriage we moved to Tennessee he got a job offer, and we liked it so much here that we bought a house. We decided it was time to have another child, and we were working on it, but I had an irregular menstrual cycle, and with that I didn't know when I was ovulating, and so I went to the gynecologist to see what could be done, so she gave me some hormone pills to regulate my menstrual cycle . It took me two years more to get pregnant, but it finally happened and it was the happiest day for my husband and me. We called everbody in our families to let them know the good news, that I was pregnant, and everybody celebrated it. Although, this pregnancy wasn't as my other pregnancy before, with this pregnancy I had really bad morning sickness, and I was agoraphobic, and phobic of germs, by sides all that I thought the pregnancy was fine., and we went to all the doctors visits. On January 2004, we were going to do an ultrasound to find out the sex of the baby, so we were so excited that we were going to find out what we were going to have. The Ultrasound tech started doing the exam, and my husband being the computer genius started asking her questions, but all of a sudden she noticed something, and she turned the monitor away from us, and my husband was asking her what was wrong, and she told him to hold on a second, and she stepped out for a minute, and then came back with a red folder, and she told's the most horrific news, that our child had died, and that she was so sorry. All that I was hearing sounded unreal to me, the only thing I could do at that moment is cry and cry. The gynecologist send me to a high risk obstretrician to do a D&C on me, because it would be very risky if I take a pill to remove the dead fetus. My husband and I were so depressed, and wanting for the world to swallow us whole. Before, having the surgery, I had to get some blood work drawn, because the doctor was concern of my miscarriage at such a late stage in my pregnancy. I had the procedure done to remove the dead fetus out of me, and when I woke up I felt so depressed that a piece of me had left to never come back. A month later I had to go for a follow up check up, and in that follow up check up that told me that they found something in my bloodwork which was that I have a genetic blood disorder which is called a Protein S deficiency, meaning my blood clots, even when it doesn't need to be. So, what might have happened a blood clot produced itself, and instead of going to me, it went into my fetus umbilical cord, and caused the fetus to have a heart attack., and later on we found out that we were having a baby boy, and we had discussed a long time ago, that if we had a boy we would name him John Patrick. This story is a dedication to my son, that no matter that you weren't able to take your first breath, or I wasn't able to touch you, or feed you, or kiss your goodbye, I will always carry you in my heart.
