When we decided it was time to add to our family, it seemed super easy. We were pregnant with Landon within 2 months of trying. Everything with my pregnancy was perfect (minus the 50lbs I gained, whoops). His delivery was textbook; my water broke at 3 am and we went to the hospital and had him at 3:55pm perfect as can be. It was almost scary how well everything went. Landon was also the perfect baby. Always smiling and happy. He was an amazing eater and hit all his milestones with flying colors. This also made me nervous. If Landon was so perfect, what is going to happen with our future children. Of course, that wouldn’t stop us from expanding our family.
In about October of 2016 we decided to start trying for baby #2. We wanted the kids to be about 2 years apart so figured this would be perfect. Beginning of December, I started having some unusually heavy bleeding and was also experiencing pregnancy symptoms. For some stupid reason, I took a pregnancy test and it came out positive. I was instantly crushed, because I knew that this was a miscarriage. Though this was a devastating loss for us, we didn’t have anytime to celebrate or even enjoy the fact of being pregnant. We were eager to try again.
Beginning of March we found out we were pregnant again. We were ecstatic! Most of my friends were pregnant with their second children as well so it was so perfect. After seeing the ultrasound at about 8 weeks, we knew everything was going to be okay. We started telling close friends and family, and was planning a reveal after our 12 week NT scan.
Now comes the day of our 12 week scan. We went into the ultrasound eager to see our baby. The baby came up on the monitor super active and looking to what we thought normal. The ultrasound tech was incredibly quiet and at the end said, she needed to go get the doctor to have him discuss the baby. My heart dropped. Tears instantly started swelling up and I looked at my husband longly for comfort and reassurance that everything would be okay. The doctor came in, and the prognosis was horrible. I am not going to go into the details, but it was catastrophic. We were absolutely heartbroken. I was not sure how to move on. We lost the baby around 15 weeks and it was by far the hardest thing I have ever had to go through in my entire life. I wasn’t sure how I felt about going through trying to have a baby again and even considered giving up.
Months and months went by and everyday I got better. My friends started having their babies and I joyfully celebrated with them. Through this process, I learned, Landon needs a sibling. He was so entranced by all the babies and yearned for a playmate. I had to be strong for myself and my family. We have been through the ringer and I know now, we can conquer anything that came our way!
We got the positive pregnancy test around the beginning of October. We were excited, but more nervous. What happens if something goes wrong? Many things were racing through our minds. It wasn’t until we got the initial blood test back, stating that everything was fine that we started to get excited. We were also ecstatic to find out that we were have another BOY! I have always said, I would be okay having all boys, just not all girls LOL.
That brings us to our current situation. I am currently 19 weeks with our second son. It is has been a crazy ride to get here, but I thought it would be good to share my story in hopes that it might help others. You never know what other people are going through or the challenges that they face. This baby is such a blessing and I cannot wait to meet him!