I got pregnant (within marriage) and even though it was unexpected, some fail safe mechanism failed us. Big time.
Surfer dude was born. He was a horror. He suffered from colic.Having negotiated that, I was dumbstruck to discover I was pregnant again less than a year later. How could this have happened?
So there was I, having just finished my Ph.D with two toddlers. Less than a year later, I found myself pregnant again. I swear you only had to look at me…
I did not want to be pregnant for the third time, but I was. After a few weeks, I began to look forward to the pregnancy. The idea of creating new life fascinated me. Unfortunately for me, taking my sons on a trip to the beach resulted in me being knocked over by over exuberant tennis players. As I picked myself up, I admonished them on the harm they could have done to my two year old. I also told them I was pregnant.
A few days later, I had a miscarriage. It took me a long time to get over it. Not to mind the horrors of miscarrying, I always felt that I had lost a baby girl. I lost my confidence.
Five years later, for the first time in our lives, we made a decision to have another baby. It was planned down to the last egg and sperm. It was planned for a baby girl.
Well to cut 9 months short, I finally had my baby girl. She is now 18 and we quite happily trot all over the USA together.
My niece lost her baby yesterday. At 13 weeks.