I didn’t want to get pregnant at first because of the situation that I was in, but it happened. I was so in shock that I had 4 pregnancy test done and they all came out positive. So I accepted it and started to plan. I went to my scheduled doctors appointments and then my mother died. I asked my doctor if it was okay to fly even if the flight was 14 hours, she told me it was fine. At 23 weeks I had my second ultrasound and that’s when I found out I was having a boy. Everyone around me was so excited, I was just in shock once again. As I watched him play with his feet and blow bubbles it finally hit me that I was becoming a mother.
I went to my doctors appointment 3 weeks later and they couldn’t find a heartbeat, I got scared. They told me that I needed to go to the hospital to get an ultrasound, as I laid there on the bed and watched the screen I started to cry because I already knew…my son was dead. The doctors at the hospital induced my labor which went by so quickly. John Kyle was born and died 1 pound 11 ounces. They told my sister because I was passed out, that he died of Amniotic Band syndrome. There was a band around his ankle and around his umbilical cord, and also his umbilical cord was wrapped around his foot.
I’m still trying to deal with it. As I’m writing my story it has only been 2 days since it happened. I just want to say thank you to Ruth for creating this site if you didn’t I would have thought I would be the only one that went through it. So thank you again.
