If you haven’t heard of Million Moms Challenge, it’s a campaign for hope. By engaging a million Americans with millions of mothers in the developing world around issues that directly impact pregnancy, childbirth and children’s health, the Million Moms Challenge will raise awareness and funds to help women and children everywhere survive and thrive.
With this challenge, you can share your own story about pregnancy, child birth, and your goals and dreams about raising children which is what I’m going to do now.
Here’s my story.
Alan and I had been married for 3 months when we found out we were pregnant with our first child. We were so excited! Although we were newlyweds, we were excited to start our family. I was student teaching at the time and was a little nervous about the morning sickness, but knew that I could get through it and that it was definitely worth it.
When I was about 11 weeks, I started spotting. I called the doctor and they said it probably wasn’t a big deal, it happens quite often, but come in just to make sure and so you can feel more at ease. I made an appointment for that day and my husband and I headed to the doctor.
I had an ultrasound and the ultrasound tech made one of those faces where you knew something wasn’t right. She pointed to the screen and said that the baby was much too small and that she couldn’t see a heartbeat. She went to tell the doctor, but I already knew what had happened. I had miscarried. Devastated I just began sobbing in front of this doctor I had never met. My husband and I went home and just cried together. I tried going to school the next day to teach, but the teachers insisted I go home to let me just take things in. I am forever grateful for their compassion which I continued to see over the next few weeks.
The doctor suggested I go through the miscarriage myself so I wouldn’t have to have surgery. It was the most miserable experience of my life! Not only was it painful and lasted 3 weeks, but I passed out from losing so much blood and it was emotionally challenging.
Finally it was over.
We still wanted to have children soon and I was often going back and forth about waiting longer or not. But almost 2 months after I miscarried I found out I was pregnant again. Again very excited, but worried something might go wrong.
At about 11 weeks again, I was at work and felt something. I quickly went to the restroom and saw that I was bleeding – heavily. The first thought that came to my mind was oh my poor little baby! Amazing how mothers have such a close bond with a child that has been inside them for a few short weeks.
I was rushed to the ER where I was sure I had miscarried again. My husband raced over from work and met me there. Why is this happening again? He just held me and we cried together. They took me into the ultrasound room and there the tech looked at the screen and said, “I can see a heartbeat.” What?! Was there a chance I hadn’t miscarried after all? Yes, my baby was alive!
After going on bed rest for a few weeks, cutting down my work hours, and having multiple ultrasounds and appointments, my daughter was born exactly on her due date and is now a healthy, happy, amazing little 8 month old.
She is the highlight of our day and our little joy. I love being a stay at home mom with her! She truly is our little miracle.