Post by bananas22 on Jul 20, 2016 17:33:35 GMT -5
Hi, I didn't expect this to be a place I'd intro, but here I am. I lost my baby boy Everett about 3 weeks ago at 22 weeks. I had bleeding my whole pregnancy due to a sub chorionic hematoma. It had finally stopped bleeding about a month before and we thought we were in the clear. We even had our gender reveal planned with my family which was to occur 2 days after he wound up being born. I started feeling some contractions when I was up north visiting family, thought they were Braxton Hicks, and tried laying down. A little later, they turned into full blown back labor and then my water broke. We went to the ER where they found his heartbeat and confirmed that I had pPROM. Because it was a small county hospital, they sent me by helicopter to the nearest major hospital. By the time I arrived there 30 minutes later, he was gone. Labor had started up again by that point and I delivered him sleeping 12 hours later. He was so perfect but tiny. We spent the afternoon with him and my parents were able to come down to say goodbye. Because we were so far from home, we chose to have him cremated. We just got our placenta results back and found out my placenta was infected so that may have caused it. We're still waiting on our genetic results from the placenta.
Since coming back home, it's been a challenge to find a new normal, especially leaving pregnant and coming home not pregnant. Our family and friends have been incredibly supportive but it's hard to find the words to say how I'm feeling when I feel like a jumbled mess. We had also started telling our son (who is 2.5) about the new baby and it breaks my heart to see him confused why I'm upset or crying. We've tried talking to him about it but he's so young that he doesn't really understand.
Anyway, I hope you all will have me here and I wish none of us had found ourselves here.
Since coming back home, it's been a challenge to find a new normal, especially leaving pregnant and coming home not pregnant. Our family and friends have been incredibly supportive but it's hard to find the words to say how I'm feeling when I feel like a jumbled mess. We had also started telling our son (who is 2.5) about the new baby and it breaks my heart to see him confused why I'm upset or crying. We've tried talking to him about it but he's so young that he doesn't really understand.
Anyway, I hope you all will have me here and I wish none of us had found ourselves here.