Third Trimester Stories
My husband and I had tried to conceive for two years and finally went for infertility treatment. Our first IUI (where they insert sperm into the uterus) was a success.
When I was 29 weeks along, I began feeling mild cramps all day. Everyone at work told me it normal. I went to my doctor anyway, and she could not find his heartbeat. My husband met me at the hospital and they tried to find his heartbeat with their monitors. Everything was silent.
They rushed me down to ultrasound where my OB met us. They turned the screen, but I could tell by their faces that he had died. I screamed and cried. I told God to take me instead. We went to labor and delivery and my husband called our families. I was given medication that made me very sleepy. My son was born only four hours after the ultrasound.
The doctor placed him on my chest. He was so warm. She wrapped him in a blanket, and I held and touched him. My husband also held him. The doctors and the nurses were very kind. They called the priest and he blessed our son. We all prayed together. A leaf with a tear drop was placed on our door so the staff knew our baby had died.
Since his death on September 15, 1999, we have started to try again to conceive. The doctor said his death was a result of a placenta abruption, so are hopeful that it will not happen again. We named our son Jared William and we will always love and miss him.
My pregnancy seemed to go without problems. In the last month or so, I kept having to go in for extra tests, but no one really said why. I tried not to worry even though my gut feeling told me something might be wrong. On June 22, 1998, my girlfriend insisted on coming with me to the doctor’s office. I was only a week away from the due date and wanted to push the doctors to induce labor. I know now that God made sure that she was with me that day because my husband couldn’t be.
I went to the sonogram room, and we didn’t see the baby’s heartbeat. The doctor asked when was the last time I had felt the baby move. I told her this morning. I asked if my baby had died and she replied with a very soft yes. All I could do was cry. I couldn’t believe we had made it this far and that my baby wasn’t going to be here with me.
As we drove to my house we tried to reason that maybe the baby is okay and that they made a mistake. As we pulled up, I saw my husband running outside with the bags we had packed for labor and delivery. I told him to go back into the house. When I got to the top of the stairs, I had to tell him the horrible news. I remember him crying and saying that they must have made a mistake.
We went to the hospital that night. The nurse was very sympathetic and asked me if I wanted to hold the baby after delivery, if I wanted pictures of the baby, if I wanted the baby baptized and if I would like to spend time alone with the baby after it was born. I remember answering yes to all her questions and that she told me I needed to do all those things for closure.
At 7:00 p.m. I was induced. At 11:53 p.m. I delivered a 5 lb, 5 oz baby girl. I saw nothing wrong with her, and I asked myself why didn’t they just take my baby before? So what if she was only a week early? We named her Celeste Josephine. I remember my husband on the phone with his brother while holding the baby telling him how beautiful she was. He held her for an hour before they came and took her away.
June 24, 1998, was the last day I got to see my baby at the funeral home. We spent a hour with her, then had to leave her there. She looked so beautiful with her headband on and her pretty pink dress. I put a baby duck in her coffin and her first car keys.
My husband and I discussed having another baby many times but we wanted to wait at least six months. I felt like I had done something wrong with God that I was being punished. I went to church almost every day to ask for his forgiveness.
My husband and I were constantly fighting and at that point didn’t even know if my marriage was going to last. I thought that I was having a nervous breakdown; I became very introverted and constantly had panic attacks. I couldn’t leave my house and would never be able to be alone. I finally talked my husband into letting me get online. When I did I found all kinds of outlets and people who have gone through the same thing as me.
I am very happy to say that I did become pregnant again in December 1998 and had a beautiful baby girl on August 31, 1999. Her name is Lourdes Celeste.
In 1991 I was stationed in Germany and found out I was pregnant. I was shocked, overjoyed and somewhat dumbfounded. Everything went fine, then at my 22 1/2 week mark, I was lying in bed and felt something wet come gushing out of me. I thought I had wet the bed so I got up and immediately saw a gush of blood. I started to cry then knowing that something was terribly wrong. I wrapped a towel around me and walked to the bathroom down the hall as I lived in the barracks. I left a trail of blood and blood clots on the floor in the hall. I then had the CQ on duty drive me to the hospital. They transferred me to labor and delivery.
The doctor examined me and the unkindly told me that my baby was going to die and there was nothing they could do. I cried endlessly. I told my significant other, who was with me, that I felt something between my legs. So he looked and sure enough there were two of the tiniest feet. So he ran to go get someone to help me. I then delivered a 14 oz and 11 3/4 inch baby. He never breathed. They told me that there was no reason for this to happen and it probably would never happen again. I was devastated.
I then transferred to Ft Knox, KY. The next summer I was overjoyed to discover that once again I was pregnant. I was so hopeful and feeling so blessed. In December I was scheduled to go on leave for the holidays. I packed my car and got ready for a long drive to Kansas. I was again 22 1/2 weeks along. I stopped at a rest stop to use the bathroom. I felt the same gush and I thought I just had to pee, but it kept coming and coming. I then started to hemorrhage again. God was with me and someone who worked at the rest stop was there. I don’t remember too much of the ride to the hospital. I remember lying there and the nurses asking who was with me and I told them “no one.” They didn’t give me much hope of my baby living, but they were not as cruel at the doctors in Germany. I then had to have an emergency C-section. I gave birth to a 14 oz, 11 3/4 inch baby girl whom I named Shalla Nickel Lewis.
My mom sent me a plane ticket home. I remember sitting on the plane in pain watching to see my daughter’s coffin being loaded onto the plane. It was a really horrible feeling to have to go through this not once but two times.
Then in January 1993 I made the horrible mistake of getting pregnant again. I was on bed rest from 12 weeks to 25 weeks when again my water broke in July. I drove myself to the hospital at Ft. Knox and was transferred to a hospital in Louisville, Ky. I was put almost on my head and given a bunch of medicine to stop my labor. Then the army said that they weren’t going to pay for me to spend the next months in a civilian hospital. So they flew me to Wright Patterson AFB, away from my family. I started to get a fever in my 26th week so they had to induce my labor. I was so scared and so alone.
I spent 36 hours in labor to deliver a 1lb 14 oz baby boy. I asked if he was breathing. My doctor said “Can’t you hear him?” then I heard the softest little cry. I knew right then that God would not take my baby from me. He was sent to Dayton Children’s Medical Center and spent 2 1/2 months in that hospital fighting for his life. I finally got to hold him after 19 days. It was the greatest feeling I had ever felt. He came home a whopping 4lbs 2oz. He is now 7 and all boy. I tell you I love my Dashawn more than anything.
Since then God has also gifted me with a girl whom I call Sarina. She is almost 4 and when she was born she weighed 5lbs 2oz.
I will not be having any more babies, and that makes me sad sometimes. But I never forget how God gave me two wonderful and spirited children whom I love with my whole heart. I know He does everything for a reason. Maybe I wasn’t meant to or wasn’t ready for my other two babies. But I am now.
Feel free to add your Third Trimester Story in the comments to share your experiences with other women and help us learn about the many ways we endure and cope with our loss.
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December 06 I found out that I was pregnant, when I went in for my first appt. they told me that their was not baby, I was so hurt and upset. Then to find that I was pregnant again March 07 and lost that baby at five weeks. I was so upset and most of all it was hard telling my two girls what had happened. Well in July 07 I found out that I was pregnant again unexpected my husband and I were happy but also scared because of what we had experienced. We tried very hard to stay positive with knowing that God had already blessed us with two wonderful girls and that this would be an added blessing. The pregnancy went well up to 12 weeks then I started bleeding. I went into the emergency room and the baby was fine. This went on for weeks with the bleeding but the baby was doing fine and growing like crazy. Then all of a sudden at 21 weeks 5 days, I started gushing out blood and had this really big blood clots coming out. I called my husband and he rushed me to the hospital. The doctor checked me and said that I had dialated 1-2 but that my blood level was down to 19. I had to get some blood transfused immediatley. They also wanted us to induce labor b/c my life was on the line and we both declined. I wanted them to give me the blood and wait and allow God to make the decision. I stayed in the hospital for four days but on that 4th day I started to have contractions but they were not bad. I went back down to labor and delivery so that my doctor could check to see how bad the adburption was. The baby was fine and her heart rate was at 150 and she was moving all over the place. She even waved at us and at that point I felt peace. Once the doctor had finish with the ultrasound I started to hurt really bad. My contractions were coming every 2 minutes and they could not stop them. I delivered MaKenzie on November 13, 2007. She was so beautiful and looked so peaceful. This has been the hardest thing I have ever in my life had to deal with but I keep in my mind that ultrasound picture of her waving at me and her father. That let me know that she was then telling us goodbye but I am so thankful that God allowed me share that moment with her.
I feel so empty, my stomach feels empty. It was hard having milk in my breast for a baby I could not bring home but I know that she will always be with us and in our hearts.
i was 40 weeks pregnant i went to the hospital and thhey told me that my twins were dead. i cried and cried and cried but veryone said there was nothing they could have done. i felt them move that morning and was haveing what i thought to be contractions. but i guess i was wrong.
My husband and I had been TTCing for about 3 years and had begun infertility treatments (IUI etc.) and we were about to try IVF, when I found out I was pregnant (w/o help) in Dec. 2008. Our first baby! We were so happy and our families were too when we told them on Christmas Day. My pregnancy went on problem-free for 9 months and I had resign from my teaching position and was planning to stay at home with Jay, our son. I read the books, I search the internet whenever I thought something wasn’t right.
At 35 weeks, I went to the L/D for a check-up because I had some bleeding and I’d never had any before. They reassured us that everything was fine, and gave me a paper to do kick counts. I started the next day and noticed I wasn’t feeling him move like they suggested, so I want to L/D and they did the non-stress test and ultrasound. They said he is breech and that I wouldn’t feel him move as much when he is breech, but he looked fine. The next day I went to L/D again for the same issue decreased fetal movement. This time was different though, my baby’s heartbeat wasn’t spiking like they wanted. They had me drink cold water, apple juice, change positions, and they did another ultrasound. He was still breech and he was probably in a deep sleep, so the doctor was going to keep me a while longer until it showed that he his heartbeat was spiking like they wanted, and start an IV. They ended up not doing that, because Jay woke up and his heartbeat started spiking just like they wanted, so we were free to go home.
The next 2 weeks were great! I’d drink a little caffeine to get Jay moving when I did not feel him and all was well. I saw my doctor for my weekly check-up Monday July 27 and Jay heartbeat was strong and normal. Wednesday night I had really painful contractions, I could not sleep, and the next day I had a little pink discharge, which when I called the office, they said it was nothing to worry about. I had been feeling Jay move on Saturday in my ribcage (painful stuff) and then on Sunday I drank some Coke to make him move and he did.
Early Monday morning August 3rd (about 3 or 4am) I started having really painful contractions that were pretty close together, but not exactly 10 or 12 in an hour it was off and on. It would feel like my child was in a knot inside of me and my belly was getting so hard, it was so painful I started to cry and I knew something wasn’t right. I told my husband we need to go to the hospital and we thought maybe we would have our precious baby that night, because I was going into labor or they would send us home and say everything was fine. We never expected to get there and hear no heartbeat and see our son’s still body on an ultrasound with no little flickering heartbeat. The doctor said they could tell Jay had been gone for a couple of days (I was scheduled to have a c-section on August 10th because of a previous surgery). I was in shock throughout the entire prep for surgery although I cried with my husband I hoped it was all a dream.
John Eric, II was born at 8:23 am on Monday, August 3rd 2009. I held my son and he was beautiful, he looked like he was sleeping. I wanted him to wake up…now I have empty arms and an empty nursery, and a hole in my heart. I miss my Jay desperately and I think all the time about what I am supposed to be doing right now…holding my baby, not typing about how I lost him.
I was pregnant and in 12th week I started bleeding after series of journeys. I went to see my doctor, was put to bed rest but I lost it anyway.
In 2010 I took in again nd lost it d same period nd same way, I was heartbroken. I thought God was angry wit.
Presently i’m pregnant nd pray God see me through to d end
It has almost been six months since I lost my beautiful baby Sophia Christine. I was 27 years old, and very ready for her. My husband & I were counting down the days to her due date. I remember when he found out our baby was a girl, he was thrilled. My due date passed, no Sophia yet. Everything was perfect. My blood pressure, weight, diet, heartbeat, tests… then it happened, finally I went into labor on Dec 25th, 2010… a week and half late! I was so excited, finally I will get to hold her, care for her, get her out of my tummy and into the world that awaited her. My beautiful Sophia. At the hospital, they couldn’t find her heartbeat, well at first I thought the idiot nurse didn’t know what she was doing, after all Sophia was a tough one to find the heartbeat and I was in labor and more willing to get the move on…. but when she kept trying, going everywhere, switching to someone else, requesting the ultrasound. I knew. I knew, and my heart sank, it broke, I was so confused. I still am. I would do so many things differently if I only knew. I love her, I wanted the very best for Sophia – health wise, best start, best care, best life… I didn’t know how to handle her death. I didn’t know how to handle our goodbye. The next hours dragged on, I got a fever, I gave up on the birth experience… I didn’t understand, was this punishment. Finally, bearly together I agreed to a C-section. I got to hold her at 3:15AM on Dec 27th… she was so beautiful. Her lips, nose, ears, toes, hands, thighs, belly, hair, eyelashes, if only you could have seen this angel – too beautiful for earth. Everyone has told me I will want another… but I don’t have that drive. I want Sophia, it feels like I owe her more, I should have done more, something more – something different. I don’t think I could go through this again. My body, my mind, my heart is so drained. I feel lost, I don’t know enough about Sophia, what kind of mother am I? Now I am 28… going on 29… it fells as though she should be here & I can see all of us as a family so well, I just don’t understand it. I don’t know why, what did I do. How will I ever go through this again? Will I want to?
I am a high risk preg.My other 2 kidds where premi babies.My son was born at 32wks and my doughter was born at 34wks.Both healthey and screamen when the came into the world.My sweet baby boy Hunter went to heaven on April 18th 2011.He was 35wks and 4 days!My doctor and nurses where all so happy that i had hung on for that long.We all where wondering how big he is going to be. Well my sweet angle was 6pds and 4oz.I didnt hold him or say good bye and that is so hard to know u cant bring that back.I just dont know how to deal with all this.They dont know what happen.I just know my son had a great 35wks with just me and him sid by sid. what i wouldnt do to get back those days!!!!
I was at college when i found out i was pregnant. Everything was ok. I started with my check ups at 7weeks. I could feel the baby move everyday and it was exciting. His heartbeat was normal but my tummy didn’t grow big enough for the giant baby i was carrying. I visited my bf on 20th january 2011 and i had a very long drive. I slept early that night and at around 2a.m i started having contractions. I was 32 weeks then. I didn’t think i was gonna give birth. I took a mild bath but it didn’t help. I then waited til dawn to go home. On my way, i had severe pain on my lower back and just when i got home i started vomiting and bleeding. My mom rushed me to the nearest hospital where i got examined i was told i’ll be giving birth at 7p.m and that my baby was doing fine. As 7 i gave birth to a very beautiful baby boy who didn’t cry on his arrival. He was asleep. Seconds later, he cried and i was so excited. He was put in an incubator and an hour later, i was told my baby couldn’t breathe on his own and it wasn’t promising. I remember the nurse telling me that my lil angel was secreting liquid from his lungs. I kneeled and prayed that God save him but around 00:20, the nurse came back to tell me the bad news. I had lost my son. I held him, kissed him and dropped tears. He was so cute. I felt like i was gonna die too. I was really hurt and blamed myself all the time. It took me time to accept that i had lost him. It hurt me so bad seeing my Sia’s tiny coffin with him in his white suit.
Thank u to all of u who r so brave in sharing your story. I m so sorry for your loss. hearing others go through this horrible loss just makes me remember that Im not the only one. Sometimes u feel so alone, and like no one else understands. take Care and God Bless u all. U have one more angel watching over u and u will see each other again.
Hi all i know your pain i lost a baby girl on oct 1 2005 I WAS 36wks a long it was a cord dealth i. Think about her all the time i see her threw my others kids i have had two others since her dealth she is our angel
Am only 2mnths pregrancy n i do nt want 2 loose am beby.plz hlpe
I lost my beautiful baby boy,Liam, at 20 weeks pregnant and it broke my heart. I cried everyday and questioned why it had happened. No one had any answers for me. I still to this day don’t know what happened. My doctor told me to try right away and I am now 32 weeks pregnant with a baby girl. As it gets closer, I can’t help worrying that I will lose her also. I already have two beautiful boy, 5 and 3, at home. I just don’t want to feel that pain again and I don’t want my oldest to suffer. He tells me everyday that he hopes we get to keep this baby. My doctor says that I am extremely “soft”, but I don’t know what that means. I have to go for ultrasounds every 4 weeks because of the last pregnancy and it makes me so nervous. I’m so afraid that I’ll feel her move and then all of a sudden she’ll be gone. Does anyone have any ideas or words of wisdom in how to cope?
my last time i felt my baby kick is 10-26-11..i was hurting i went to the hospital that same day i stayed there for about 8 hours that was on a wensday after 4pm..my baby heart beat was droping but they sent me home,.i had a reg dr.apt that following friday i went it was a student nurse who was checking for my baby heart beat .but the thing about this visit was it was different because as she ask me 2 lay dwn so she can listen it felt like i was in a pool of water just was heavy i broke out in a sweat ball n couldt lay back for along time on my back.so she didnt hear my baby heart beat .i know she just wrote down something.so the next week on the 2nd of nov i had another dr .apt my 36 week..the same thing hAPPEN what happn to me on that friday of last week.this time she went to get my dr.they still couldnt find no heartbeat so they did a sonogram and they discover no movement .so the following day i had my son and on his leg was a sore so i ask if he just pass away why he hav a sore on his leg like that ..they tryn to tell me that his death was fresh but i cant beleave that i want beleave it..i just want answers…that was my 4 child..
I wasn’t as far along as you wonderful women I was 10 weeks 1 day I know miscarriage is common but ….. at 6 weeks she had a hb and jade measured to date . At my 10 a 1 d appt. She measured to date but my midwife found no hb. Then they had me wait in a room for 40minutes before they took me to get another trasound this time by the ultra so und nurse and my precious jade was in heaven. She then told me “get dressed I have other patients” keep in mind after the 40 minute wait she spent two minutes looking to tell me the horrible news. I am 18 years old its been six months my sweet jade is buried at my grandmas in a homemade cascet and I am unable to get pregnant now…… God bless all of you women I just needed to share my daughters story.
I found out i was 2mounths pregant with twins ever since that first emergancy scan i was scanned weekly as they thort they had TTTS sydrome (Twin to Twin Transfuson Sydrome) i went to birmingham and leicter. Eventually the specialists agreed they were fine there was just a lot of fluid around one baby and not enough around the other. On that day i found out i was having identical twin boys me and my partner were so happy.
Two weeks after (22+6 days) i started to have tummy pains at the same time as this my partner had a tummy bug i had the pain for a good week. I was in ASDA ordering Mosses baskets as we had been given the all clear and i was to have a C section on the 2nd of Jan 2013.
It was about 10 oclock at night on the 5th of Nov 2012 when my pain got worse i had two baths and it seemed to make it better i then rang the emergancy midwife something just didnt feel right she told me to go back to bed as she thort i had food poisining i then went to the toilet as i needed what i felt like was a poo but something felt strange and i dunno why but i felt myself and i thort i felt a head i screamed to my mum (my partner was working nights and everyone was worried about me) and she had a look couldnt see anything so i went back to the loo and felt it again and my waters broke.
My mum drove to the nearest petrol station as there was so much fluid and we knew somthing was wrong. The ambulance came immediatly and i walked and kept appoligising i felt i was wastings everyones time.
The minute i got to the hospital in the ambulance my partner was already there they quickly examed me and i was fully dialted
I gave birth to Alfie at 12.30 AM on the 6th of Nov he weighed only 550g we were told that he would be likley already gone, However he was alive for 58mins they layed him near me i darent hold him as they said i would go back into labour any minute at that he would pass away and they would not be able to resusatate as i was 22 weeks and 6 days. He was ..well IS so perfect he was just a little new born he was looking up at the celling and i said something that i cant rember and he faced me. Then i gave birth to Archie who was 255g he was so perfect but so tiny and as we knew what was happening my partner just held me time and watched the births. Archie sadly had died in labour he was still born. After i had been cleaned up i held them both together and it hadent hit me i was whispering like they were sleeping. eventually it hit us and i asked to be discharged early as i couldnt be there and all i could hear was other babies crying and i was convinced they were myn. I felt so guilty for just leaving them there but it wasent right. I have my box from sands with my photos and hand prints. We had a lovely service for them and my boys came home yesterday i had there ashes sent to me. I just dont know what now. i dont know who i am or what to do i feel so lost and know one whats to talk about it i just have so much love for them it hurts it didnt sink in for a while what had happend but now i just dont feel anything and when i do i feel to much. My partner isnt doing well either hes just angry i mean why us? i didnt smoke, drink do drugs i took tablets i stopped working because i was a high risk pregancey its just not fair and the 2nd of jan is getting nearerr and nearrer when i was supposed to meet them and its really getting hard
Hi my name Erica I’m 19 week. At. 12 weeksi had a partial placenta detachment. I bleed for a week n everything has been ok untilnow. Inside I feel like a gush of cold water in my belly I don’t know what it is n my baby not been moving much I’m so scaredim waiting for my doc to call back. Reading your storiesbrok my heart n now I know why I’m so scared but don’t know if I’m just paranoid. I almost lost him at 12 weeks he’s held on this long n I hope to see him well but I’m worried. Has this happen to any of
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