Post by oddballmom on Jul 17, 2016 21:19:51 GMT -5
Hi. My name is Ashley. I'm 24 and I lost my sweet James at 26 weeks on the day. I woke up like a regular morning and went on some errands and suddenly had some stomach cramps which I thought was constipation. (I suffered terribly with that all through my short lived pregnancy). I went home to rest and about 5pm it got so bad. I asked my husband to draw me a bath to help me relax because I was so uncomfortable. I never imagined I needed to go to the doctor. My check up was the next morning. Things settled while I was in the bath but when I got out, it took a crazy turn. I started having insane pains, nausea and vommitting, and I would pass out upon standing. My mom called 911 and when I reached the hospital they told me there was no heartbeat. I didn't believe them because just days before we went for an echo cardiographs and were told our James was perfect. They rushed me in for a C-section once they realized I started bleeding in the ambulance and delivered James. Unfortunately, my body went crazy and hemorrhaged to the max. They were pumping me with blood as fast as they could but I was losing conciousness. The doctor told my husband they would have to do a hysterectomy to save my life. I spent a week in the hospital because I lost so much blood and my hemoglobin was still so low. Everyday I would wake up and swear James would cry that day and this nightmare would be over. How could God take away my first and only baby and now my only chance of ever having a baby? How am I supposed to go on? This was Feb 7, 2016. It took me 4 months to be able to tell my story and go to a support group in town. Everything is still so new and raw. I miss him every second of every day.
However, I have found that my support group sisters have become my backbone on days when I can't be strong enough. They remind me I don't have to be. We are a bonded sisterhood and will remain in each other's lives forever now. I'm thankful for them and for the opportunity to meet other women who hurt the ways I do. I would never wish this pain on anyone else but it's good to know I'm not alone. Thank you to rslh10 for finding my blog and inviting me to this site.
However, I have found that my support group sisters have become my backbone on days when I can't be strong enough. They remind me I don't have to be. We are a bonded sisterhood and will remain in each other's lives forever now. I'm thankful for them and for the opportunity to meet other women who hurt the ways I do. I would never wish this pain on anyone else but it's good to know I'm not alone. Thank you to rslh10 for finding my blog and inviting me to this site.
