A little background knowledge. We began praying for a child Novmeber 2014. Every month every negative seemed to ating and I would mourn what wasn't there. Then I sought one doctoe, who was a little old school in wanting to give me medicines. (Nice and well respected just the same), but I was ready to fight for a child. Therefore, I made an appointment with Dr. Shemwell who was nothing short of a ball of sunshine with her pills that had to come straight from God. 3 months on Clomid and progesterone and let me tell you it makes a woman crazy, we received a positive on February 10, 2016. I remember that that Sunday before I gave it to God after a wicked crying car meltdown. That Wednesday my "time" wasn't late or anything I just knew she was there. I took a test and book double lines. I was so stinking happy that I was crying and texting my mom and sister sure that I could save it as a surprise w Travis. I was wrong.. I woke him up with my happy crying and told him we really are going to be parents. We were floating on cloud 9. We heard her heart the first time on February 29, & shared the news with the world.
we found out she was a girl on April 23. We waited to see our First Glimpse results with family and I was shocked to see my long awaited pink balloons fly. We had already decided to love either gender, after all it was our miracle baby! We were just so happy to know her name... Ryleigh Ann. She is named after my grandfather Harry Leigh and Trav's late sister Dianna. We had a video live for the world to celebrate with us... I did a hop that we call the pregnant hippo hop. My husband and I both cried happy tears again. It was all so real, our dreams were coming true.
Fast forward... When I rolled around to 20 weeks morning sickness had been winning a battle. Nothing major just sick here and there. But I was still excited Bc I was guzzling water and still eating well. Yall I am picked on by friends for hiw overly cautious I am with her. Like I never ever ate things I questioned, I took cold baths for 2 weeks after I knew I was expecting, I took my vitamins daily, I drank my water, I did everything I was supposed to do. I felt proud of myself for even denying myself cookies. No sugar for my girl! Then my big amazing scan came. Travis came with me and honestly we were both exhausted. Excited, but sleepy. But I knew we'd both be thrilled to see her functioning organs. We get there and get called back. Then bam....the ultra sound tech clearly began wigging out. She started asking me if I had felt a gush of water. I immediately knew.. Something is wrong.. My fluid isn't there. So I started crying. Travis didn't quite understand and was telling me the hopeful "she thinks the organs look great".. But my motherly instinct took over and felt the world crashing on me. We were then taken to an exam room. I blubber cried the whole way. We sat back there a lifetime or so it seemed while Dr. Shemwell had an emergency delivery. We both cried and called our families to start the prayer chains. I did have nurses and even another doctor come in to talk to me to comfort my crazy, but I was past that point.
Dr. Shemwell entered in what seemed like a panic for us and was super sweet as usual. She explained her suspicions... Even my water broke or our child was chromosonally not ok. She checked my water with a special sterilized machine... Not broken. She even checked with her hands... Not broken. So we were sent to hospital for more tests, admission, and all of that. By this point I was numb. What could have happened? So I go and I get out on iv's to try to build fluid in my amnitoic sac. I pump fluid 24 hours and had an ultra sound reveal "no changes". That was the worse of our lives as we learned the % of survival w babies like ours. But we did learn chromosomally she's perfect. Her organs are perfect besides being two weeks behind... Another big deal. Then we learn that its likely something my placenta did at conception, it was all predestined. Basically my placenta quit providing for her (was the best I could understand). The specialist tended to agree, but I was told it was nothing that I did.., even though to be honest as a momma I can't help but tell her im sorry for what my body did. So then we were sent home and will return once a week to have her vitals checked. If I can make it to 23 weeks I beleive I get out back in the hospital and will remain there to be monitored for the remainder of the pregnancy. I pray that the 1cm of fluid she has helps her grow a little and sustains her. I also pray for God to make my body give our sweet girl what she needs. We do beleive God can change things. She has already made it farther than any other case similar. She is fightee and my miracle child. To be honest I am crazy some days and Travis is as well. It's a tough waiting game, especially for me laying on bedrest. All I think about is her. Then I google ways to help her and let's just say Google shares some terrible things too. Then I get on facebook and it is a struggle to see people calling their lights out or a flat tire a bad day. I want to scream and say, "That's not a bad day!!" But I get it Bc I too used to call frivolous things a bad day.
The only reason I can even share her story is because I want people to know that I am not mad at God. I cling to my faith and believe if anyone can perform a miracle it is Him. I also want people to know that though it will nearly surely kill me if our beautiful child never has the childhood here that we imagined that we still trust God is doing what is the very best for her. But for now I choose to beleive she is a fighter Bc mentally I am not ready to face anything else. I don't know thy any parent would be. We totally appreciate the prayers and I give thanks to God for the peace and prayers that come from you all. My next appointment is this upcoming Thursday at 2:00. I'd appreciate lots of prayers that day. I want my baby to show the world God is bigger than science. We love you all. Mommy loves you, Ryleigh Ann
