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Rejection to acceptance

I am a mother of an 18 month old girl (Zipporah) and now am expecting my second one. This pregnancy varies from my first in the aspect that it was a very unexpected and unplanned one. There was absolute rejection from me in carrying this child as i had unbearable nausea, sleeplessness, vomiting and discomfort. I wasn't able to eat anything for about 2 months.

When I was about 8 weeks I had slight bleeding for which I was hospitalised, and Praise God it was just a threatened abortion. Scan showed the heartbeat of my child and that's when my joy of seeing him alive overwhelmed me. I slowly started changing my mind from rejection to acceptance and started loving my new one forming in the womb.

I am now in my 14 th week, and could feel my child move in me occasionally which gives me a feeling of mother again. I pray that I would deliver him in the right weight in the right month so that our joy may be complete. My husband was supportive throuhout these weeks. Thank God for him.

Ramya Vincent

what a surprise

Imagine 9 years of marriage and no children. My husband and I decided after we got married to let God decide if we were to have children. I knew it would be a challenge because of my history of irregular periods, but we were not comfortable using drugs or doctors to help us either.

So fast forward 9 years and to my amazement my husband told me he knew I was pregnant. Of course I thought so too after having felt horrible for a couple of weeks. So it was Christmas 2004 and we called everyone. That was a bad plan because I miscarried two days later.

Now fast forward nearly 13 months to January 2006. I feel the same horrible feelings as last year so we don't say a thing. We scheduled an appt. and to our surprise there was a tiny little baby growing.

It is now 15 1/2 weeks and I am doing great. I can't wait for this child to be born. our 10 year anniversary is in May and at 33 we are more ready than ever to be parents.

Amy

A little Surprise

My finance and I have been together for 4 years and I'd been trying to conceive for over a year. Now that I'm 25 weeks pregnant it's so cute to see how my finance reacts to certain things.

We were watching Tv last night and about to eat our dinner when all the sudden our baby boy, Isaiah started moving rapidly. My finance had never been able to see him move on the outside of my stomach until last night. He was so amazed and couldnt believe that he could actually see him move! Of course he just had to lay his hands and head on my stomach to feel him move.

It's amazing how much guys really change and respond when it comes to their own first borns. Good luck to all the new mothers out there.

Keep smiling.

Ashley

My little miracle

Seven years ago my husband and I decided the time was right to start a family. Suprisingly we became pregnant with my daughter after only 8 days of trying. I went on to have a pretty uneventful pregnancy until the delivery where everything that could go wrong did. Eventually she was born and narrowly missed being brain damaged only through the quick actions of one of the doctors. I ended up having to have reconstructive surgery as I had literally been ripped apart.

Naturally I was deeply traumatised but was offered no counselling and even the thought of having another child scared me rigid. It took nearly 3 years before I felt it was time to try again. This time it took 6 months for me to concieve and, to be honest, when I did the test my only feelings were of fear and apprehension. I also did not feel right. This may not make sense but almost immediatley I began to have pain in my left side.

Eventually after two weeks I was driving to work one morning and was overcome with wracking pain. I turned the car around and somehow or other managed to get myself to the hospital where I collapsed in Accident & Emergency. A series of blood tests established that it was an ectopic pregnancy and eventually I was terminated using Methatrexate. My tubes were saved but the emotional grief and trauma were immesurable. I felt such guilt that I had not just felt the same joy at this pregnancy as I had with that of my daughter.

In the following months I was crippled by Psoriatic Arthritis brought on by the trauma and lost most of my mobility. I moved from drug to drug while still hoping that through some miracle I would concieve again. After two years we gave up hope and started the adoption process. Everything was going well until the question of my arthritis was raised and they told us that we could no longer continue.

We were devastated - all avenues were being closed to us and the feeling of hoplessness grew. My grief became unbareable and I tried counselling but to be honest no one else I met had experienced anything similar and I withdrew even more. Another two years passed and in that time thankfully my arthritis has finally been controlled and I have found support to at least deal with that. I was started on a drug which I was told would stop me ovulating but as I felt I had nothing left to lose and I had to be healthy for my daughter, I took the drugs.

However in January I began to feel sick and tired. At first I assumed it was my arthritis and just muscles until one morning it occured to me that I could not remember when I had last had a period. I did a pregnancy test but was so convinced it would be negative I threw it straight in the bin without reading it. It was another 30 mins later before I went and checked it. I sat on the edge of the bath and with an incredible sense of fear mixed with amazement and joy saw a sight I thought I would never see again......a positive result. I can't even describe my joy although there was still fear of another ectopic.

Over the weeks blood tests and an early scan showed that my baby was growing in the right place. Seeing that tiny heartbeat for the first time was soooo beautiful, I cried with joy and relief.

I am now entering my second trimester and still can't believe that after over 6 years my prayers have finally been answered and I am truly going to be a mother again.

Stace

A Strange Beginning

I am a mother of a five year old daughter (Lauren). She was born on August 6, 2000. I was only 16 years old when i had her. Even though i was so young, it was the happiest time of my life. Her father is now my husband. He has been there every step of the way. He is a great man and a wonderful father. I always pictured myself marrying him even before we knew that we were going to be parents.

It was tough finishing high school and being a mother but it can be done. During the last two years of my high school career, my GPA did not drop and it even went up a little. Lauren grew up with loving and supportive parents and this part of my story goes out to any single mother that feels the burdens of being a single mother.

As time went by, we were wanting another baby. We were married, we owned a home, and we both have good jobs. Just when we thought all the conditions were right, we could not get pregnant. I was so frustrated and i just wanted to cry. We had gotten to the point where we had an appointment with a specialist scheduled for the end of January 2006.

With a lot of prayer and support from our family, we conceived two weeks before I was supposed to go to the specialist!!! I am now 16 weeks pregnant and we couldn't be more thrilled with our situation. Lauren is constanly kissing my stomach and making comments about the baby that is inside me. My husband is also thrilled and can't wait until the ultrasound to see if it is a boy or a girl.

Good luck to all those women who are trying to get pregnant.

Kendra