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fanciful_museI am telling this story for the benefit of my adoptive goddaughter, and for all those like her who are having a very hard time of it being kids in this day and age.
There once was this girl who was 17. She was madly in love with a boy her age, and they were planning to be together forever.
One day, when his parents were gone from a trip, they made love in his bed. It was glorious and everything they wanted it to be.
Soon after, the girl suspected she was pregnant. She didn't want to say anything to her mother (or anyone else for that matter) - she was scared and embarrassed to the point where she convinced herself that she wasn't pregnant.
She went on like this, even after beginning morning sickness and odd cravings, like raw carrots. She was so determined not to be pregnant that she even ignored her belly beginning to swell.
What she didn't know was that her body couldn't carry a baby to term. Her mother was given a drug during her first trimester to keep the girl from aborting, and this caused physical changes in the girl that no one knew about.
Her cervix (the opening between uterus and vagina) was weak. When the baby was 4 1/2 months along, it got too heavy, and literally fell out of the womb. This ripped the placenta off the uteran wall and she began to bleed profusely. Once the weight of the baby left her womb, her cervix closed again, trapping the placenta, and not allowing it to fall through.
Now this girl was terrified and ran down to her mother's room, holding the body of this little stillborn baby in her hands. They went back to her bathroom and she tried very hard to push the placenta out, but it wasn't budging. They were forced to cut the umbilical cord.
The girl held this tiny, perfect girl baby in her hands. The eyes weren't quite finished developing but you could see where they were. You could count all 10 fingers and all 10 toes. This little baby was perfect in every way...except she wasn't supposed to be out of the protection of the womb, and had died.
The girl's mother called the family doctor the next day. The doctor told her to put her daughter on bedrest, thinking it was an early term miscarriage, where the fetus wouldn't be much more than a mass of indistinguishable cells. Somehow, he didn't hear it when the girl's mother said it was a much larger baby.
The mother had to help a friend get a tire to her disabled car, then was going to take the girl to the emergency room. Meanwhile, she changed sanitary pad after pad as she continued to bleed. She got hungry while her mother was gone, and tried to get out of bed to get something to eat, only to collapse, unconscious, on the floor. She woke up on her own and was so weak she could barely get back into bed.
When her mother got home, the girl told her what happened. Her mom bundled her up and took her straight to the emergency room, where they found out she'd lost enough blood for her veins to collapse. After some trying, they finally got an IV strung into her and started pumping in fluids and blood. She was rushed into surgery for an emergency D&C to clear the womb and stop the bleeding. When she woke up from surgery she thrashed around, unsure of where she was or what was going on, but they threw hot sheets on her and she calmed down.
The girl spent a few days in the hospital and received 3 fresh pints of blood. The baby was subjected to autopsy but wasn't considered old enough for burial. Cause of miscarriage was a weak cervix.
If the girl had told her mother, she could've gotten medical care and now she would have a healthy daughter. Instead, her daughter died in her hands.
After that, the girl was honest with her mother, and got birth control when she decided to have sex with someone.
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If you haven't guessed, the girl was myself. I nearly died because I was so confused and afraid. I don't want that to happen to anyone else, so I am sharing a very personal and painful story with all those who wish to read it.
P.S. I wanted to add yet another bit of harsh reality into this story. The boy I was in love with, left me after it was clear that I was no longer having a baby.
P.P.S. This baby is only a little older than the one I lost:
There once was this girl who was 17. She was madly in love with a boy her age, and they were planning to be together forever.
One day, when his parents were gone from a trip, they made love in his bed. It was glorious and everything they wanted it to be.
Soon after, the girl suspected she was pregnant. She didn't want to say anything to her mother (or anyone else for that matter) - she was scared and embarrassed to the point where she convinced herself that she wasn't pregnant.
She went on like this, even after beginning morning sickness and odd cravings, like raw carrots. She was so determined not to be pregnant that she even ignored her belly beginning to swell.
What she didn't know was that her body couldn't carry a baby to term. Her mother was given a drug during her first trimester to keep the girl from aborting, and this caused physical changes in the girl that no one knew about.
Her cervix (the opening between uterus and vagina) was weak. When the baby was 4 1/2 months along, it got too heavy, and literally fell out of the womb. This ripped the placenta off the uteran wall and she began to bleed profusely. Once the weight of the baby left her womb, her cervix closed again, trapping the placenta, and not allowing it to fall through.
Now this girl was terrified and ran down to her mother's room, holding the body of this little stillborn baby in her hands. They went back to her bathroom and she tried very hard to push the placenta out, but it wasn't budging. They were forced to cut the umbilical cord.
The girl held this tiny, perfect girl baby in her hands. The eyes weren't quite finished developing but you could see where they were. You could count all 10 fingers and all 10 toes. This little baby was perfect in every way...except she wasn't supposed to be out of the protection of the womb, and had died.
The girl's mother called the family doctor the next day. The doctor told her to put her daughter on bedrest, thinking it was an early term miscarriage, where the fetus wouldn't be much more than a mass of indistinguishable cells. Somehow, he didn't hear it when the girl's mother said it was a much larger baby.
The mother had to help a friend get a tire to her disabled car, then was going to take the girl to the emergency room. Meanwhile, she changed sanitary pad after pad as she continued to bleed. She got hungry while her mother was gone, and tried to get out of bed to get something to eat, only to collapse, unconscious, on the floor. She woke up on her own and was so weak she could barely get back into bed.
When her mother got home, the girl told her what happened. Her mom bundled her up and took her straight to the emergency room, where they found out she'd lost enough blood for her veins to collapse. After some trying, they finally got an IV strung into her and started pumping in fluids and blood. She was rushed into surgery for an emergency D&C to clear the womb and stop the bleeding. When she woke up from surgery she thrashed around, unsure of where she was or what was going on, but they threw hot sheets on her and she calmed down.
The girl spent a few days in the hospital and received 3 fresh pints of blood. The baby was subjected to autopsy but wasn't considered old enough for burial. Cause of miscarriage was a weak cervix.
If the girl had told her mother, she could've gotten medical care and now she would have a healthy daughter. Instead, her daughter died in her hands.
After that, the girl was honest with her mother, and got birth control when she decided to have sex with someone.
If you haven't guessed, the girl was myself. I nearly died because I was so confused and afraid. I don't want that to happen to anyone else, so I am sharing a very personal and painful story with all those who wish to read it.
P.S. I wanted to add yet another bit of harsh reality into this story. The boy I was in love with, left me after it was clear that I was no longer having a baby.
P.P.S. This baby is only a little older than the one I lost:
