A New Beginning!

For the weeks after Cora left us, all we wanted to do was have another baby. We switched doctors and went to a specialist. Dr. Freeburger told us to wait for a certain amount of months until we healed emotionally and physically. We tried a little earlier than we were supposed to...and WHAM, pregnant. What was weird though, is that after I had missed my period...it didn't show positive until three weeks later. Everyone obviously thought I was nuts, because I kept saying that I just knew I was! I felt different, and emotional, granted with all that had happened it was to be expected. I don't know if anyone knew what I was going through the day I was about to take that positive pregnancy test...but I was driving around crying all day. It started when I went to Barnes and Noble to get books on pregnancy loss. I was crying the whole time in the store and had to leave. I ended up calling my Financial Advisor lady who was a big support to me at that time. She had given birth to a child years ago that did not survive as well. She calmed me down and I was heading home anyway.
When I got home my neighbors, an elderly couple, were outside doing yardwork. When I lost Cora, I hadn't told them yet because I didn't leave the house for a month or so, and didn't want to bring it up. When I got out of my car, they exclaimed "Where is the baby?! We want to meet her!" I dropped to the ground bawling. They assumed I went into labor and had the baby and all was fine. They brought me inside their house and comforted me. It was rough. When I went into my house finally, I decided to take one last test. There was a big blue plus sign??!! I thought I was nuts. I had Derrick bring home more tests. Sure enough all positive. I called my friend Renee in Texas in disbelief. I still was telling her that I didn't believe it. We both were trying to get pregnant again, as she lost a little boy named Evan, around the same time.
Because no one knew what happened with my last pregnancy, I was deemed "high risk". I had to get weekly injections of progesterone which hurt really bad in my tushy. I also had weekly ultrasounds/checkups. I decided not to work during this pregnancy because it would be too much mentally, physically, and i had to schedule all these doc appt's.
This pregnancy was going pretty well, but obviously mentally it was rough. I did lots of therapy and whatnot to get me through it.
We had one scare with the specialists, when they found something in our sons brain. They didn't tell us anything except they will check it again a few weeks later. We were a mess. They made it seem like it was life threatening at the time or something. Stupid doctor. It turned out to be nothing at all.
Needless to say, everything else went great besides my horrible ligament pain. I couldn't really sit, stand, or walk comfortably! It was all worth it though! Our little man finally arrived, and we can finally breathe again! Now the parenting with new worries begins!