On November the 23 I was told in the emergency room that I had lost my baby and that it was due to the fact that my husband was A- and I was B+ . Now I believed the man because I just was so depressed it didn’t matter to me, but soon I was wondering if it was possible for me to have another child with my husband so I started doing research and found out that unless the RH factor was peresant, in which case I’d have to be negative and both dad and baby would have to be positive, that I would have a perfectly fine pregnancy. My husband and my mom kept telling me o leave it alone that it happened that I needed to stop dwelling on it, but I couldn’t I had to know what happened, it hurt to bad to just say ok and let it go and pretend that the baby just died of what my doctor told me it did, so I continued to learn more about pregnancies and blood types ignoring both my mother and my husband when they would me to stop. Soon however on January 2 I started getting really sick to my stomach all the time, and on the third I passed out in the local mall so we made me a doctors appointment and I was told to take a blood pregnancy test. I stared at the woman then started crying unable to keep the pain in side any more. My husband explained what happened and held me while they took the blood. On the 12th (no idea why it took so long) I got a call telling me hat I was pregnant and that because of my past misscarrage I needed to see an O.B as soon as I could. A few weeks went by but neither my husband or I were ready to admit tat I was pregnant yet so we didn’t speak of it until I just couldn’t take it any more and told him that we had to go see a DR. We went and I told the nurse about my family ’s medical history as did my husband, after wards I called my father-in-law and told him that I was pregnant again, he was really happy but I said not to tell any one else because my mother had been very disappointed in me when I’d gotten pregnant only a few months after i got married. (and the fact that I’m only 18 ) He said he’d keep the promise. The next day we were out at dinner and my stomach started cramping, Freaking out I went to the bath room and saw that I was bleeding. I came back to the table in tears, and with out asking what was wrong my husband took me to the emergency room. We waited six hours before we were seen and it was the longest time of my life. However when they saw me they were all happy and smiling and I wanted to sucker punch them in the kidneys. After they took some blood samples and such I went in to another room and changed in to a night gown then they put an IV in my arm and did and internal ultra sound. The baby was perfectly fine and ewe saw his chest fluttering in a heart beat, I started sobbing right away and couldn’t stop for a while. The doctors then told me tat there was no way I could do anything to cause a misscarrage in the first trimester, that the only thing that could cause it is something internally wrong, It seemed like I’d been waiting for those words and I felt like the world was lifted off my shoulders. Now that I think about it I think that I probably was looking for a reason why because I was afraid I’d caused it in the first place. They set me up with another ultrasound the next day and I couldn’t wait to see my baby again. When we went in I was both scared and excited as I got undressed and laid on the table. As the lady nurse did my ultra sound I stared at the picture on the screen transfixed by the little movements that my baby was making. However when she measured the baby and told me I was 16 weeks along I stared at her like she was insane, because there is no way I could have been that far along…unless I hadn’t lost the baby. She told me that that was a possibility, and that she’d see a few more things before telling me that. After the ultra sound was over she felt my stomach for a bit them smiled at me a little nervously before saying, congratulations you are 16.5 weeks and you never had a misscarrage. I stared at her then again, it’s becoming a rather bad habit, I started crying and held my husband as he stared at her in astonishment unable to say anything. She left us alone for a while and we talked before I got dressed then went and made an OB appointment. I am now 23 weeks and counting and we are having a baby boy, his name will be Dakota Aden, and I could not be more proud of my baby boy. Thank you for reading all this I just had to write my story, and I will be posting pictures and such as I get some from my next ultrasound, on the 22 which I’m suppose to have had at 20 weeks but I was visiting family and couldn’t go so I’ll have it next week. For now I’ll have my 16 week ultrasounds up here.
