I'm a 25 year old, married woman who has had a history of incompetant cervix. I lost a baby at 14 weeks due to a miscarriage (unrelated to IC). Just a few short months later we found ourselves pregnant with a healthy baby boy. Just a few days after my sonogram that revealed we were having a son, I began to spot. My OBGYN (who is truly my angel) suggested that we go to the emergency room just to be on the safe side due to my history. I was smiling, laughing, convincing myself it was nothing. I was only 20 weeks, to that day. I would have never known it was anything until the sonogram. At the hospital they discovered not only was I 5 cm dialated, the amniotic sac was prolapsed into my canal and he was just inches away from being delivered. Under extremely heavy sedation (I was out of control and distraught), they attempted to deliver him, which turned into a partial delivery, particial D&C due to the complications that were involved. I would have NEVER, nor did I know for that matter I was going into premature labor. The only warning sign was the spotting, which can be normal in many pregnancies.
For my third pregnancy we opted for a vaginal cerclage. This is where they tie a suture (usually around the 14th week of pregnancy) around the cervix will the attempt to hold the cervix together for the length of the pregnancy. Normally at 37 weeks this is removed, and you're on your way to deliver your little one.
Just about 3 years ago I became pregnant again, roughly 3 months after I lost my son. I went ahead and at 14 weeks had the cervical cerclage. I was put on bedrest at home, which generally is prescribed and things looked positive. Due to my history, I was having bi-weekly sonograms to monitor my procedure. At 22 weeks, I went to the hospital, and not only did I discover I was having girl
, I discoverd I was also funneling (as mentioned in another post), and only 1 cm of cervix remained, so bascially the small stitch was the only thing stopping me from going into premature labor again. Now, about a week before this sonogram, I felt a really strong pressure in my belly, more like a dropping sensation. I called my doctor and he thought it was a bladder infection, but my gut was telling me something else. Sure enough, that day I was admitted into the hospital and spent the next 99 days there. I had a catheder, a baby monitor hooked up to me 4 times a day, antibiotics, IV's, took bed baths, ate in bed, read in bed, and was positioned in Trendelenburg (a tilt in the bed to take pressure off of your cervix).
99 days I spent wondering, worrying, hoping and praying that everyday my baby girl would stay put and my cervix would hold. I had weekly sonograms at this time and at 37 weeks, miraculously there was no change and I was sent home!
The stitches were removed the next day and at 37 wks, 5 days I delivered a healthy girl.
This post is to let everyone know who has lost a baby, there is hope for incompetent cervix, but with that hope, there is sacrifice. I spent 3 and a half months in the hospital for MY baby, and I would do it all over again. No one really knows why we have this problem. There are several factors that can contribute, but none to which I had....I just "had it". I'm not sure whether or not the hospitalization saved my baby. I often wondered if I stayed home and just continued on my bed rest would I still have carried to term? I don't think I will ever know that answer, but what I do know is our daughter is our miracle baby. She came to us for a reason and we are blessed.
My thoughts and prayers go out to all of you that have lost babies, and know that each one was meant to be yours, it's nothing YOU did. I would like to post as well this poem that was given to me after my son died. He is burried at our local cemetary in which my family and I visit often. This poem is a true inspiration and is probably the best explination to losing a loved one that we will ever find.
When God calls little children,
To dwell with Him above
We mortals sometimes question the
Wisdom of his love.
For no heartache compares with the death,
Of one small child
Who does so much so make our world
Seem wonderful and mild.
Perhaps God tires of calling,
The aged to his fold
So He picks a rosebud
Before it can grow old.
God knows how much we need them,
An so He takes but a few
To make the land of Heaven
More beautiful to view.
Believing this is difficult,
Still somehow we must try
The saddest word mankind knows
Will always be "Goodbye".
And so, when little ones depart,
We who are left behind
Must realize how much God loves children
For angels are hard to find.