I keep thinking that every new year will bring something better. That for some reason, everything will change and magically things will go the way that I want them to… It never does.
I don’t know if I can go on like this much longer. It’s like I’m going around in circles and don’t learn from what goes wrong. I’m busy making mistakes that could cost me everything and I see myself doing it, but I can’t stop myself. I’m putting so much pressure on myself, trying to be the perfect housewife, perfect girlfriend, perfect lover, perfect employee, perfect student, perfect daughter…. I’m so stressed and highly strung. I’m smoking almost 40 ciggies a day, drinking again… I’m blazing up the occasional joint which I haven’t done since high school, it’s all that keeps me sane these days. I feel ready to implode from all the pressure.
I’m busy destroying myself over something that I can’t change. I’m physically and emotionally mutilating myself, trying to make everything work and I can’t do this alone.
So Thursday, I had my growth scan for Ace!
At 32 weeks, he was 3 lbs. and at the 11%. At 34, he was 3 lbs., 14 oz so he is still really small, in the 14%. Everything seemed to go just fine. then the doctor came in and told me my fluid is low, it’s at 7.5. IDK what that means but that’s my biggest pocket of fluid. If it reaches 5, they will take him out. I guess my fluid dropped a lot in 2 weeks so it worried them. The doctor also told me that if he doesn’t reach 5lbs by my 36-week ultrasound, they are goin to take him out. They are not sure why he is so small. They said there might be a knot in his umbilical cord but they can’t see one. Also at my stress test, he was a little “stressed”. I was hooked up to the test for almost 2 hours. His heart rate was high but it finally calmed down. So they let me go home. I have to see my doctor 2 times a week for 2 stress tests and they are goin to check his fluid 2 times a week…
I pray he grows and that every thing stays safe for him. I don’t want him out at 36 weeks, I want him in!!!
January 4th- 9:00 Am O.B Appointment, Stress test, and Sonogram
January 7th- 9:00 Am Stress Test and Sonogram
January 11th- 2:45 and 3:15 Pm Regular O.B appointment, Stress test, and Sonogram
January 14th- 9:00 Am Stress test and Sonogram
January 15th- 9:00 Am Pre-Op appointment
January 18th- 8:50 C-Section. I GET TO MEET MY LITTLE GIRL!!!! Stay in Hospital
January 19th- Stay in Hospital
January 20th- Stay in Hospital
January 21st- GO HOME?!
This is just something I want to remember years down. I have it written in two planners already, haha. =]]
I thought that this time it would be different. I thought this time I would make it through the pregnancy with no problems what-so-ever. But I guess those thoughts change when you’re just sitting there with your fiancé’s family just after Christmas dinner and you get a major back pain. That’s what happened to me.
We had just finished eating dinner and I had just helped my fiancé’s sister and mom clean up the dishes. We had all settled down in comfortable positions (mine-the floor with a pillow under my butt and propping my back) with my fiancé massaging my shoulders. We were watching an episode of True Blood (to catch me up on what’s happening) and I started feeling really sharp back pains. So I told them and when I got up there was blood on the pillow. Immediately, my fiancé went into panic mode when I’m trying to stay calm and everyone around me is too just to keep me calm. After five minutes, my fiancé calmed down, and six more minutes, the ambulance arrived. My fiancé and his mom rode with me and his sister and father, brother and his newly wed wife rode together in the car. IT was disastrous. The pain got worse and I started drifting in and out of consciousness. All the time hearing my fiancé’s voice saying, “It’s gonna be ok”. I automatically felt safer.
I awoke hours later with a throbbing headache and killer abdominal pains. My vision was foggy, and it was bright in the room. I looked around and curled up in a chair was my soon to be mother-in-law. My fiancé’s father was no-where to be seen and neither was anyone else but my fiancé and his sister. HE was laying on the bed curled, against my side. And his sister was standing by the window sill. Looking out at the city.
I called her over, trying not to wake my fiancé and I asked her if the baby was OK, and she told me everything. How it was some thing and the placenta suffocated my baby. I just started crying, which woke my fiancé, and his mom. I stayed in the hospital for the next three days. My fiancé barely never leaving my side. If he was gone…his mom was there. If she was gone, his sister was there. If she was gone, then he was back.
Now, I’m back at home, my belly is almost flat again. I run sooo much every day. To lessen the anger I feel for losing my baby.
My baby-may You fly to heaven and may I hold you in my arms again some day.
R.I.P. Angelica Niaomi ******
The stars are her last name…we never decided whether or not it was gonna be mine on the birth certificate or mine.
December 13. I married my unborn son’s father.
It was the most amazing day of my life yet. My family and my husband’s family all came and showed us they were there to support us. Yes, I am only seventeen years old, but I know that my husband is my Mr. Right. I am proud to call myself a married woman. The wedding took place in a church not too far from where we live, at six thirty in the evening. We poured sand into a glass to show that we were becoming one whole, instead of lighting a candle together. We were married religiously because we’re both Christians. I wore an off-white dress that came past my knees and had shiny things on the chest area. We ate chicken after our first kiss as a married couple, and then cut our beautiful wedding cake. Our wedding was so much more amazing than I could have ever imagined. My mother cried a lot. She feels like she is losing me but she isn’t. She is only gaining a son-in-law. She should always know I’ll be a mommy’s girl(:
I just wanted to updated everyone about our marriage. I am so happy and in the wedding pictures I put up on here, you can tell that.
I think the most amazing part about the wedding other then marrying the man I love is that Braxton started kicking me and moving like he was excited when his daddy said ‘I do’. I know it sounds odd, but I think he could hear his daddy say it (:
I spent this past weekend at my soon-to-be in-laws. In which it was only 15 minutes away from my parents’ place made me un-easy, but I was able to survive.
We started off the weekend by arriving at my fiancé’s parents’ place on Friday night. We settled straight into his old room and watched A Christmas Carol as the family movie for that night. Nestled in by warm blankets and surrounded by the ones that I love made me feel so sure that this is what I wanted. I awoke at 3:30 am to find myself starving… So I got up and decided that it would be nice to make some food. I ate dill pickles and drank three glasses of hot chocolate. Just to wake up my soon-to-be mother-in-law. She came out, saw me out on the couch watching A Walk To Remember and laughed at what I was eating. She then intrigued me with stories of how that was exactly what she ate when she was pregnant with my fiancé. I couldn’t help but smile. That’s when my little nudger nudged. His mom felt my baby kick for the first time that night. And her and I fell asleep together on the couch. The rest of the weekend was spent with me helping cook, beating his older brother that came for a visit in video games, and getting my hair braided each day by his mom. I got beyond spoiled. I am now well rested and excited for the rest of my pregnancy. i absolutely can’t wait. And neither can my further in-laws or my fiancé. He’s so jumpy. He wants this baby out now. But I think its mostly because he don’t wanna have sex while I’m pregnant. So he’s getting frustrated. I’ve tried helping him out, but he won’t allow anything.
What do I do girls??? What do I do?
