Baby Blues
It seems as though everyone is pregnant and having babies. I’m
at the age where everyone is still expanding their families and I just have to
sit back and watch. It makes me sad to think I can’t have any more children. If
I had known this when I was pregnant; I would have taken more pictures and
enjoyed the moment a little more. I remember feeling horrible throughout most
of my pregnancy. I didn’t have nausea but I had terrible heartburn. It got to
the point where I had to sleep sitting up.
My birthing story was also very dramatic. I was admitted to the hospital
on the night of July 16, 2006 and by 4pm the next day it was decided I needed an
emergency C-section because I just wouldn’t dilate more than 5 cm and my uterus
was getting tired. After my son was born my uterus just didn’t want to
cooperate and I started hemorrhaging. They massaged it to help it contract and
pumped it up with medications but it still didn’t want to cooperate. I started
going into hypovolemic shock and they had to start an IV in my jugular to start
my blood transfusions because all my veins were starting to collapse. I was
then put under general anesthesia and I didn’t wake up until the next day. I
woke up in ICU intubated and restrained. Luckily Cruz was healthy and strong
and they let him stay with me in the hospital for the 5 days I was there.
Unfortunately in order to save my life the doctor decided to take my uterus,
which meant I would never be able to carry my own child again. It was very
difficult news to adjust to but I always knew that I still had the option of
surrogacy until my cancer diagnosis. Sometimes Cruz will tell me he wants a
brother or sister and I wish I could give that to him but I can’t. Adoption
would also be very difficult for me because who would want to give someone with
Stage IV cancer a child. Plus, would it be fair to the child. Cruz has been my
biggest accomplishment. He’s everything to me and the thought of him growing up
without a mom breaks my heart. He makes me happy and I can’t stand the thought
of not being able to watch him grow up. I try not to think about it too much
but there are times when I can’t hold it in anymore. But for now I’m going to
enjoy the time that I do have left with my son and hope for the best.
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