
I took the test to his house… and there it was. I was in denial for a while so I had to make an appointment. The day after my mom asked me what was wrong with me? I explained to her how I felt and then she asked me if I was pregnant and I told her I didn’t know, that I had made an appointment in a week.
At my appointment I took a pregnancy test and it was confirmed, I was pregnant 9 weeks!
For an 18 year old I think I was pretty darn excited from the very start. I loved my baby already, the second I found out I was pregnant. The ladies that helped me out offered me my first sonogram and it was absolutely beautiful. My baby was very active… it was amazing! When his daddy touched my arm, he kicked and we saw it on the screen. The weeks went by and I just got bigger… and bigger, excited to see my little man!
16 weeks, I got a call from the hospital. They told me they wanted to speak to me and I got so scared the doctor assured me it was nothing bad, so I believed him. When I stepped into the hospital I was sent to the COMPLICATIONS area and instantly I knew I had been lied to. I waited… and waited, for a good 15 minutes that seemed to be hours and they finally called me. They wanted to tell me that their was an 0.2% chance that my baby could have down syndrome and that their was a test available that I could take so that I could find out if he did have it. The only problem was that the test consisted of poking your placenta and that had a 5% probability of miscarriage, instantly I said No… I would much rather have my baby boy here… with or without down syndrome than to risk his life by taking that stupid test! When I told my boyfriend what the doctor had said... I couldn't get it out. I felt like crying, I knew my baby was healthy and everything was fine and I didn't want my boyfriend to feel what I felt when I heard that... I finally got it out and we laid down cried together, and finally just talked. We both felt the same way... we wanted our babyboy no matter what!
I was still going to school, it was my last year, I felt so motivated to finish school with a little extra of Prom Queen. :) When I Graduated I was 24 weeks, I remember during the ceremony there was a little party in my belly, Jacob wouldn't stop kicking, as if he felt my happiness!
26 weeks, I had a doctor appointment on a Monday June 20th, 2011 I heard my son’s heartbeat…strong as always! Little did I know it would be the last time I heard it.
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