From Miscarriage to Rainbow baby

This is my story, from a miscarriage. To a rainbow baby.

Back in 2018, after 9 years of trying to have a baby we were finally pregnant. I found out Nov 2017 and was so excited to share the news with my boyfriend. I decided to wait until Christmas 🎄 to surprise him. But 2 weeks after finding out, I began to have pains on my right side. My boyfriend came home from work to find me crying in bed. I told him we were pregnant, he was so happy (biggest smile I've ever seen him have) he then asked why I was crying and I told him that's it was because I thought I was having a miscarriage. I went to the ER and after over 6 hours of waiting all the doctor could say was "well the sac looks empty, but its still there so we dont know if its a miscarriage, check in with your doctor in 3 days" 😮 really!? I left and spent the next 3 days in bed crying. When I finally saw my doctor and he did an ultrasound there was a heartbeat 😍 we were so happy. We were cautious and waited 14 weeks before we told anyone especially our 12 year old son. Jan 2018 we finally shared the news with our friends and family.

On March 3rd I had pains on my right side almost all day. They were soft pains that felt like gas. Then on March 4th at around 3pm they started to feel much stronger so we headed to the ER as I was only 18 weeks along. When they called us in for an ultrasound, I went to use the restroom and there was blood. My whole world collapsed. What did this mean? I thought to myself. As we were having the ultrasound done I noticed the tech moving the screen away from our view a little bit at a time. She was very quiet and had a serious look on her face. I knew something was wrong. She excused her self and when she came back in she had a hospital bed waiting for me at the door. 😕 She told me to get on, with no other details. I laid in the bed and a nurse rushed me to the ER, as he backed the bed into a room I was "attacked" by about 6-7 ER nurses. They began to pull my clothes off and put a gown on me. My boyfriend and I sat there with no idea what was going on. Then the doctor comes in and says "It looks like you may be having a miscarriage"... May be? I asked and she said "well the ultrasound tech says that they baby and sac have dropped" they then moved me to L&D. The OB came in checked me and said it would probably be a while so they moved me to a regular room. We left our home to the ER at around 4pm by this time its 9pm. At around 11pm our little Angel came into this world, unfortunately there was already no heartbeat.

We still named him (Gabriel Liam) and we spent the entire night and next day with him. He was so tiny and weighed only 6.7oz and was 8 3/4 inches. Telling our 12yr old son was so hard to do. How do you explain this to him? This day is burned into our brain. Anytime we think of that day it is like it was just yesterday.

2018 had started out so shitty, my boyfriend and I needed a win. So we decided to get married. We tied the knot on May 4th in a small backyard wedding with just our immediate family present.

August 8th 2018 was our due date, so on that day we decided to go to the beach and watch the sunset. That night I decided to take a pregnancy test and it was positive! ☺ I ran and told my husband! "Our Angel 👼 Gabriel sent this baby to us" I told him.

This time around our doctor took extra precaution since I had a 2nd trimester miscarriage. At 13 weeks I had a cervical cerclage placed to help prevent pre-term labor. From that day forward I was placed off work with very limited activity. This time around we did not share the news with anyone, especially our son until we knew there was a higher chance of survival. On christmas day, When I was 24 weeks (6 1/2 months) along we finally share the news, a rainbow baby was on its way.

We did not find out the gender. We decided to wait until baby's arrival. My family had a baby shower for us on March 16th and my husband's family had one for us on April 6th. The Cervical Cerclage was removed on April 2nd (at 38 weeks) and the doctor said I could go into labor at any moment. In fact it would probably be within a few days. I talked to baby (who we nicknamed Peanut) and said please wait until after the 6th to be born. 😁

On April 8th, we left to the hospital at 11am with contractions at 10 mins apart. We figured since they had been increasing rapidly and we live kinda far from the hospital we should head over. We arrived at the hospital and I was placed on the monitor, shortly after the contactions pretty much stopped. I was sent to walk around for an hour and still at this point they were coming but maybe twice every hour. 😞 My doctor decided to keep me so I was taken to L&D. We called family and told them to head on over. At 8pm doctor advised that he wanted to induce me but since I was 2 days short of 39 weeks he was not able to due to hospital policy. He decide to keep me overnight for observation anyways. We ended up sending family home since the doctor and nurse advised that I was not in active labor and there was no point for them to have to wait around. Then around 11;30 pm as my nurse was putting a wireless monitor on me. She realized I was having contractions coming at a quicker pace. At this point I am uncomfortable and getting them about every 5 mins. The nurse checked me and I was at 6cm. I asked if I could now get the epidural and she said yes and called in the anesthesiologist,while I was placed back on the IV. They asked my husband to step out for 30-40 mins while they placed the epidural. He decided to take this time to go out and have a smoke. When the anesthesiologist came in and began to place the epidural my contractions were coming every 1-2 mins and I could not sit still. Then as I sat there trying to be still for the epidural to be placed my water broke and with in 10 mins baby was on its way. The anesthesiologistwas unable to place the epidural so theylaid me down to check me and baby was already crowning. My husband was still outside. The nurse was able to call his cell at 1:17am and said "your baby is being born". He ran across the parking lot and made it in at 1:18am right as the doctor was pulling baby out.

It's a boy! After 9 months of patience we had us a baby boy! My sister was suppose to be there to photograph the labor and well the way this baby decided to enter the world was on his terms so no pictures were taken.

🌈 Meet Emerson Quentin,born on April 9th at 1:18 am; 7 lbs 13 oz and 19 inches long.

And today he is 1 month old!