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I am young, 19. I got pregnant at the age of 17. My EDD was March 2nd, 2008. When I took the HPT and it read 'Pregnant' so many emotions were running through me I couldn't even cry. I didn't have a Mom, Sister, Father, anyone to talk to about it. Just my boyfriend, and baby daddy. He was very angry and confused seeing how I was on BC and we used protection every time. I wasn't sure how far along I was, so when I went in for my first appointment, they did an ultra sound right away to see how far along I was exactly. The doctor came in with the ultra sound pictures and she handed me one, a full head to toe side view of the baby, I had never seen an ultra sound, but something didn't look right to me.
She had a systic hygroma. On top of being a pregnant teenager, the doctor started going off with all these medical terms and throwing words out like, "Downs Syndrome Turner's Syndrome, Misscarriage."
This baby was the first person that I would be able to call my family. She would'nt leave me, she would be mine. My family. I didn't care if she were to have a genetic disorder, She was my baby.
I then had to proceed with a barrage of tests, genetic counselors, more tests, traveling to big cities, missing school, being tired, worried.
The genetic counselors and doctors told me if the pregnancy made it past four months, it would most likely make it through the entire pregnancy and be born.
I had a procedure done called a CVS. Its kind of like an amnio centices except they can do it earlier. It was very painful. They took cells from the placenta to examine them and take pictures of all the chromosomes.
I got the results back when I was one week away from being five months. She had Turner's Syndrome. And I figured i'd made it past four months, she was going to live. Two weeks after I got the results, I was at work waitressing and felt a rush of fluid. I went into the bathroom and there was blood everywhere. I broke down and had a pannick attack. My manager sent me home, I lived with my boyfriend and his parents at this time, when I got there, his mother and I called the hospital and asked if I should come in, and they said no. But I knew I was misscarrying. So we went in anyway. The doctor came and examined me and determined I should have an ultra sound, by this point I had had hundreds of ultra sounds, I know what they are supposed to look like. The Ultra sound technician jellyed me up and began. There were no colors. I said, "Her hearts not beating is it?" she coldly looked at me and said, "I'm not allowed to tell you that." I was very calm and thought I was handling things very well. I took a couple weeks off school and work to regroup, but I fell into a deep depression and didnt go back to either. I literally woke up in the morning to go back to sleep again.
2 months later, I got a call from my sisters friend. *My sister is one of those people who does any drug she can get her hands on and her only mission in life is to get wasted every day.* She tells me, you have to come to the hospital, your sister is having a baby.
The only thing I could think of is what a cruel cruel sick joke. But they kept calling and calling. So finally I gave in and my boyfriend and I went to the hospital. My sister gave birth to a beautiful healthy 7 month old baby. The epitome of a miracle child.
I will finish my story later. This is the first time im finally letting these feelings out. It is difficult.
She had a systic hygroma. On top of being a pregnant teenager, the doctor started going off with all these medical terms and throwing words out like, "Downs Syndrome Turner's Syndrome, Misscarriage."
This baby was the first person that I would be able to call my family. She would'nt leave me, she would be mine. My family. I didn't care if she were to have a genetic disorder, She was my baby.
I then had to proceed with a barrage of tests, genetic counselors, more tests, traveling to big cities, missing school, being tired, worried.
The genetic counselors and doctors told me if the pregnancy made it past four months, it would most likely make it through the entire pregnancy and be born.
I had a procedure done called a CVS. Its kind of like an amnio centices except they can do it earlier. It was very painful. They took cells from the placenta to examine them and take pictures of all the chromosomes.
I got the results back when I was one week away from being five months. She had Turner's Syndrome. And I figured i'd made it past four months, she was going to live. Two weeks after I got the results, I was at work waitressing and felt a rush of fluid. I went into the bathroom and there was blood everywhere. I broke down and had a pannick attack. My manager sent me home, I lived with my boyfriend and his parents at this time, when I got there, his mother and I called the hospital and asked if I should come in, and they said no. But I knew I was misscarrying. So we went in anyway. The doctor came and examined me and determined I should have an ultra sound, by this point I had had hundreds of ultra sounds, I know what they are supposed to look like. The Ultra sound technician jellyed me up and began. There were no colors. I said, "Her hearts not beating is it?" she coldly looked at me and said, "I'm not allowed to tell you that." I was very calm and thought I was handling things very well. I took a couple weeks off school and work to regroup, but I fell into a deep depression and didnt go back to either. I literally woke up in the morning to go back to sleep again.
2 months later, I got a call from my sisters friend. *My sister is one of those people who does any drug she can get her hands on and her only mission in life is to get wasted every day.* She tells me, you have to come to the hospital, your sister is having a baby.
The only thing I could think of is what a cruel cruel sick joke. But they kept calling and calling. So finally I gave in and my boyfriend and I went to the hospital. My sister gave birth to a beautiful healthy 7 month old baby. The epitome of a miracle child.
I will finish my story later. This is the first time im finally letting these feelings out. It is difficult.
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