i went into early labour at 22 weeks.
i had a very healthy, very normal pregnancy. i didnt drink, smoke or take drugs (i dont do these things anyway, other than the occasional drink) i ate healthy, quit jobs. everythiing i could. my partner, myself, and our families were thriled when we found out i was pregnant. and when we found out it was a boy shane (my partner) and i were very happy, as we both had secretly been hoping for a boy. anyhow, on a sunday night, i started getting contractions, which i thought were constipation, until i started thinking they were braxton hicks. my nipples had started leaking a few weeks before.i tried showers, going to the toilet, trying to sleep, but the pain wouldn't go away. at 2.30, (4 hours after the first contraction) a purple thing hung out of my vagine whilst i was on the toilet, i screamed for Shane, and he freaked out when he finaly noticed. he told me to stand up and keep my legs closed, ran to get my dad (who stays with us over the week due to work), and they both tried 000. he then dressed me and we ran down stairs to the ambulance. my dad drove to the hospital behind us. short while after we arrived the staff put us in a double bedded room, and i got shane to fetch my dad. they pumped me with pethadine and gave my gas, just like i had asked.at about 9.08/9.12 i broke my waters, and at 9.18 promptly Monday morning, april 4th, Lucky was born. his heart was beating for 2 hrs 48 minutes. he weighed in at 570gms 100grms heavier than most babies at his gestational age, and heavier than some who have been born at later stages and survived. he was 28 cms long, again longer then most, and longer then some born later. he had big shoulders and chest, and knees like his dad. his skin was a healthy baby colour, not as translutent as u would expect. his body jerked a few times in his first born minutes, as u could see his body trying to breathe although he didnt know how. he couldn't open his eyes, however he gripped the hand of myself, his maternal grandad, his oldest paternal uncle, his father, and maybe his sunty (i cant quite remember anyone else other then his uncle, as i remember telling scott to put his finger underneith his hand) he was held by us all, and his paternal grandmother. and was kissed by us all including his paternal grandfather. at 11.06, his heart siezed to beat, and he died quietly and peacefully in his mothers and fathers arms. I watched the spitting image of my patner die. he was the soul of our love.
his time was not long, but his impact was amazing, our memeries of Lucky are many and none between.
does anyone know about pregnancies after such a thing. the docters found no reason. nothing in the tests.
from the mother of a spirit,